Afterglow

Surrounded
By paisley pillows

Window seat of winter’s eponym
To chill here alone

My palm pressed
Glass so cold

Knees drawn inward
to protect my little girl
My womanhood

I crave your touch

for your hands to slide
upwards once again

into the celebration
of fire licked skin

when the cold was forced
to yield
in this light
as translucent Autumn

where the warmth
of our lust
simmered
on playful abandon

each move being erotic
to the other

from the deliberate
slow bend
of my body
feeding
the room temperature
hot enough to melt

to the accidental
wisp of crimson
that fell
forward
shuddering
from your touch
as you pushed it
from my face

this room
this woman
this body
needs you
to remove me from my perch

I become naked
in my need
while the snow
falls asleep

outside this cold
pane of glass

this stained
pane of glass

where I press
my body
still burning
in your afterglow

touching myself
where I love
for you to touch me