Desire Discovered

A cool breeze blew
across us both,
while the dog tugged at her leash,
and my eyes lost their focus
as I listened
to her words
uninvited,
unexpected,
by me.

We sat on a bench,
simple,
wooden,
and the light wind carried
what she said,
complex,
golden,
to me.

She spoke of us.
Until then,
I'd not thought there was an us.
But,
as I listened,
I felt myself revealed
in the questions
she had
for me.

It wasn't your usual friendship,
We were simply names on a screen,
typing trivialities 'tween one another;
likes,
dislikes,
fears,
desires.

But the seeming nonsense
became real thoughts,
harboring implied needs,
that grew
until weeks had become months,
and phrases,
dreams.

She was my own muse.
But only while I slept
or wrote.
And, even then,
she was really someone else's.

In time, we were friends.
More than friends.
The way I caressed her round hips,
held her to me and kissed her open mouth
while she sat upon me,
riding me,
nails scarring my back...
virtually, anyways.

What did I think
when we finally met?
Did I know right then
how much I wanted her?
To muss her striving-to-be-perfect hair,
to undo the zipper on the warmup jacket
and reveal the curves I had handled,
so many times.
in my thoughts.
Wondering why she hid them,
reveling in how they felt
to real fingers,
pressed against actual palms.
To kneel before her,
opening my mouth to each breast in turn,
savoring the mix of salt and perfume,
breathing in the blend of flowers and sweat,
curling my tongue about the hard tips of pink flesh
that had awoke on hearing my name
from across the room.