Friday, May 27, 2011

Familiar and Still New

I know you are tired. I know that you have just enough energy to watch TV and wind down. Yet, when I see you draped across the couch looking ever so much like an all you can eat buffet, it is difficult for me to leave you alone.

I can walk by and glance at you, so cuddly and relaxed, maybe twice before I need to devour you. I gesture my intention to you with my insistent knee, gently prying apart your legs to let me nestle between them and match you limb for limb along the length of your lanky body.

You are always warmer than me. It's like embracing sunshine in my arms. I love heat of you, the pulsing energy and sinew of you. I duck my head under your T- shirt and let it tent over to hide the little torments I will indulge myself in on your chest.

My senses sing full of you as I am tickled by your chest hair. I greet each puckered tan nipple by capturing it with the pressure of my lips. This ancient rhythm I play out on you is familiar and still new to me. 

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