Ghazal

We sit together on the sofa with a bottle of wine between us.
She talks of her friend Rachel, of the other night, of lust.

I could feel every line of the sofa's fabric as we sat together
As she described their first kiss I suddenly wanted to get her.

I could feel her warm smooth skin through her cotton blouse
She was feeling it too, hot enough she called Rachel to my house.

We were making out on the couch when Rachel came in
Under what clothes we wore ran our hands against our skin

Rachel was eager to join us, removing her clothes and covering her in kisses
This was but the beginning, hours later we'd still be fulfilling wishes.