Longing for You

Naked under the sheet
cotton brushes my skin
caresses me as if it were
your hands stroking my
breasts, cupping my hip.
Mapping me for future
dreams.

That time we first met
our appetites fully whetted
our tissues engorged
sweat drenching sheets
pillows under ass cheeks
as we fell upon each other
you wrapped around me
pressed hard to my back.

I felt your quiver, your rise
with our need, dipping into
wet anticipation, sl i i i i i ding
into folds oiled by
fingers exploring
tunnels and towers.
We feasted and slavered.
I swallowed you whole
while your tongue traveled
into and over and under.

Deep inside, my wetness tight
around your manhood
my lips - no matter which -
tasted your every inch.

I get wet just thinking
how quickly we threw
shyness overboard.

When we fucked our brains out
that very first time, we learned
we were better speaking Braille
and more fluent in bodily fluids.

I miss your passion, your smile
your hungry eyes: impatient,
guileless, seething with the
promise of feathery touches
as lust gave way to ardent love.