He Takes Me

I hesitate to approach his chiseled form
preferring rather the darkness of obscurity;
discerning the outline of his taut flesh
beneath the bulging jeans;
he warms me.

I ease in behind him, nostrils flared,
inhale his essence, taste him in the air;
invade the aura of his confidence;
brush lightly against his spirit;
he moistens me.

He selects a book from the shelf and turns,
catches me off guard;
delicious collision; instant eye
scans my torso, squirming,
firming against silk blouse;
he takes me.