Comparison

Her body is much like mine
And yet much different
And still degrees of difference from yours.

The swell of her breasts is fuller, rounder, more firm
Than mine. Her hips more slender,
Not yet showing the fullness of childbirth like mine.
Her flawless, hairless flesh reminds me of yours
When you are freshly shaven,
Or returned from the monthly waxing I order.
Yet she smells of sunshine and lightness, descending
To a warm musk as I part her thighs.
So like, and yet unlike, the taste of your skin
Between my teeth, beneath my tongue.

Her mouth is hot, like yours,
Her tongue more languid in my mouth.
Her pleading, begging ascent to pleasure more musical
Than the one I demand of you each night.
Yet somehow as satisfying in such a different manner.

I am more cruel with her, perhaps because her body
Is so much like mine.
I treasure her helplessness, as I do yours, but
The taking of yours is tempered by twenty years of love.

I hold her throat, so much slimmer than yours.
Her eyes wide, I feel her pulse against my palm.
Taking her to the pinnacle, I withdraw my touch from her
S l o w l y
Enjoying the panic in her eyes.
Her deep brown so close to your light blue.

I watch her tears melt her makeup.
She lies silent now, as you never do.
My hand strokes her, keeping her tension painfully high.
I move her slowly, pushing her mouth between my thighs.
She feasts on me tenderly, as you do.
But her touch is lighter, quicker, less sure.

My fingers clutch her hair, so much thicker than yours;
Long enough to wind in my hand.
My release is intense, so much like with you.
My breath catches, my body convulses, my juices flood.
And when I pull her mouth to mine
Holding her burning need against my satisfaction –
This is when I most want her to be you.

I turn her on her belly, a pillow under her hips.
Spreading her again, the thick musk of her desire
Reminds me of my own body.
I take her hard and fast, both hands resting in her back.
Sweat beads on my skin, drips onto her,
A smaller receptacle for my liquid than you.

Using my dildo, I enter her, claiming her
As she has never let any man.
She lies under me, shivering, pleading
For a single word.
I deny her, stretch out this moment. This is why she comes
To me.
When she can no longer hold her body in check,
I leave her again.
Ten seconds reprieve, then I am at her again.

My fingers work between her thighs,
Stroking her soft, gushing center.
Her thighs shake helplessly
Her hands ball into the sheets.
Another reprieve, then softer touching.

This is my favorite rhythm with you,
But you have control of steel.
She is not you, not like you,
So much like you
Not me, not like me,
So much like me.
I would share her with you, but I guard you
Much closer than I would her.

You are mine completely. She is only partly so.
She is never a threat to us, but you are
Constantly
Between us, when you are away.