You sleep on your stomach
one arm limp over the side of my couch
because you don’t like the lavish
monstrosity of my guest bedroom
hair everywhere, a black canopy of curls and tangles
white cotton t-shirt
purple cotton panties with a hot pink
guitar patch sewn on the back
You are out of it
one too many shots of patron
at the ballpark last night
one too many rum and cokes at the Lazy Dog
after that
I stand in the middle of my living room
watching you sleep
both hands tight fists at my side,
breathless
throat hitching
fighting the violent urge
to run my hand underneath those panties
splay my fingers across one naked cheek
hook my thumb over your pelvic bone
draw you onto your back
bury my face in your belly
take in your scent
amber, patchouli, a trace of rum
grab a handful of your hair
which smells like grape-flavored Jolly Ranchers
and feels like silk seaweed
I gently pull your head back
exposing to me
to the air
to the morning light
your neck
signs of waking
as you fling an arm over your head
stretching your body
little moans escape
I sleep baby whisper in your ear
my breath hot on your throat
your skin white, unmarked
a luscious terrain that I want nothing
more then to
traverse
slowly
my hand reaches down
underneath your shirt
goosebumps break out all over your flesh
or is that me
your nipples are hard
the color of light plums
and the need to take one in my mouth
is overwhelming
a deep tremor inside me
so I do
I lick
I suck
I bite
Your taste is like a perfect night
with a bottle of Hendricks, vanilla cupcakes and
a Johnny Winter CD
I plant both hands around your waist
pull you down further
so that I can press my entire body
on top of you
I don’t care if you can’t breathe
my skin on your skin
has taken over
and just as I’m about to shove my hands
under your ass
to grind you against me
and do some
craven things to that other nipple
I feel your hands
pulling up my shirt
I look up
Your eyes are open
heavy-lidded,
two green depths darkening to moss
we never break eye contact
as you draw up my shirt
skin on skin
nipple to nipple
My hand at the back of your head
twisting my fingers in your hair
as the other reaches down
down
into your panties
your legs opening for me
your panting like rhythm and blues
in my ear
oh my god
you’re so fucking wet
as my fingers open your lips
a blossoming of tiny miracles
and now I can say I have you
now I can say you’re mine
with my fingers inside you
our heat a dance of devils
never losing eye contact
until my mouth hovers over yours
our lips meet
and at the moment your tongue
touches mine
my world explodes.

© 2008 mstrace