Present Moments to come.

I look for him with eyes still shut, exhausted from my journey.
I can still almost feel him dancing inside me.

If I hold my breath and turn my head just right, you would swear he stands still framed just beyond that wall.

He is everything, the God to my Moon, the smoke on my altar, and the humming of my mantra.

Sweeping my hair back, I can feel pretty, yes all alone I too feel like a woman desired, all sensual and sleek.

I smell myself and swear on love that I can make a screaming song pour from his lips.
Ooh, girl, look at yourself, such a fine lil’ thing………
Mmmmm.
Fell how soft my tongue feels across my lips, moist, sweet and warm. See how my fingers look when I run them down my belly looking for that sweet spot, I know that he can find.

“Take me!” I scream in heated laughter, as if the image in the mirror could
care……..or deliver.

But it is only glass, and is cold against my skin though it warms as I touch it with my imagination.

Oh, how many times I have run my fingers through his hair looking for that place that makes him quiver. Just behind the ear, I think, and then I touch my own.

Now where would you like me? Over there in that candle light? Over there in that dream?.........Anything/ breathe/ Anything.

My room is warming quicker then the flame that entices this persuasion; only in close nature to my own bodies heat.

Imagination is such a wonderful invention; just see what a little can do to an empty room and an empty bed.

Now I am one with the last place that he laid. Feeling, moving, almost swimming in the aura that he has left for me to play with.

Living in the present of the next moment brings me just close enough to swallow that time till we dance together like this again.

M.A.Wade