Returning to find...

Returning
to find on his pillow,
her panties,
still
damp

Breathing the musk
of her sweat and her lust
trapped in the frilly pink silk

Teasing inside his own cheek
with his tongue,
remembering her taste
and the feel of wet velvet

Wearing her gift
on his face like a mask,
his want
growing tight in his fist

Drawing desire
down into a pearl drop
of time...
less...
ness,
erupting in sticky abandon
with wet white ectoplasm
on hard bronzed flesh

Breathing
Remembering
Feeling her tongue
on his chest
like a cat's

Sleeping
Dreaming
of silk and of sweat
and his lover
Returning