Private Places

Tonight a dream with fingers
that smooth cool cotton
over your belly causing
you to flinch
woke you to darkness.

It was my hand that woke
stone from pliant clay
left you wanting more
your hand over mine
a guide to the map
of your private places
with short paths to pleasure

I have chosen the longer route
through sighs and moans
and forbidden functions
trespassing in a tangle of passion
watching yourself below me
bending to you, my mouth an O
filled with you until you surface
gasping, teeth bared
breathlessly awake.