As gentle as a lover's touch...
Not for my lover.
He likes it hard.
Pull his hair and his eyes roll back
as if they were searching for where his mind went.
Fingernails pinch into bare flesh and breath escapes.
Not sighs of pleasure or gasps of delight,
grunts from something else, somewhere deeper.
Watch as skin turns pink, then red.
He'll feel that later, but now...
now it just feeds a wanton beast.
I'll admit that to see him lose himself
in that ocean of red and shadow
stirs something deep within me.
Just once I would like to kiss him like silk meeting velvet,
Touch him as a breeze touches a willow tree,
Love him like a summer's sunset,
long and slow and glorious.
One day he'll get it.
It'll push past several inches of skull
and his eyes will light up with
a long, slow "Ohhhhh, so that's what you meant!"
and I won't have to walk funny in the morning.
I can dream can't I?