Musetress

Why, hello there, my pet.
I see you are moping
Into that boring cup of coffee,
Frowning into your Danish.
This just will not do,
You being there so alone,
Wrapped in brown leaves
And the coldest breezes.

I told you before and I'll say it again:
Nothing looks better on you than I do.

Do you miss the way
I like to push you up
Against the wall and strip you
Down to skin and shivers
And take you in hand
And make you hand me
Your soul through your eyes?

Do you miss how
I kneel before you
A goddess in supplication
Ravenous for your adoration?

We can do that again.

Does your mind linger
On how my breath feels
Against the shell of your ear
As I whisper those words
You will commit to paper
With shaky hands
And a flush all the way
To the tips of your fingers and toes?

We should do that again.

I would watch you in mental arrhythmia
While I lounge on your couch
Running my nails lightly
Up the skin of my thigh,
Trace the path I want
Your tongue to follow
Hotly, wetly,
With hunger insatiable.

We drink deep of each other, you and I.

You want to lose your hands
In the lushness of my curls;
Let loose your mouth
Upon my deep appetites;
Share this feast laid out for us
On altars beknownst only
To you, to me, to the
Other we create between us.

We are doing this now
Inside your head,
Where all things imaginary
Are more real than
The world your senses
Insist exists.

I will meet you
At our usual place, that little bar
With the couches and barely-there lights.
You will know me when I walk up to you
In that old dungeon and ask:

"Nice shoes. Wanna fuck?"