A thought

I want to watch you undress again, to watch you pause in negligee
And see you coyly stand before me, proud in silk and skin
I want to feel your fingers’ caress, to hear your beating heart
And breathe the perfume of your hair. I want to see your eyes
Reflecting firelight, and to watch your soft lips form sweet words.

I want to place you high upon a throne and worship you
With words and hands and frantic tongue,
Then to watch you redden, gasp and giggle.
Supine I would bid you bend, or take unbidden mastery
And transport you to greater plains of joy.
I dream of voluptuousness unenclosed, topped with pert pink peaks,
Steadied from shaking by my hands or yours.

I want to seek, and spread, and stretch,
The heaven-cleft between your thighs,
I long to hear you gasp and shout
To taste the sweat upon your skin
And feel your fingernails sink deep
As I sink deeper still.

I want to wake with you on silken bedsheets
I want to be exhausted in your arms.