From across the table I receive an invitation to be self-assured
Alluding softly to what she needs, blushing occasionally
warm beneath her cheeks
A considerate gesture of consent and caring eyes relieve her lingering uncertainty
I watch you open, willing and hoping for a new embrace
I need the woven, maroon and swollen folds from underneath
Carefully crafting intricate designs,
tracing intangible shadows just beyond my fingertips that gently orchestrate a subtle graze of precious skin makes a light turn bright within
a random path of reeling anticipation
And I know, this torturous teasing must end
Plunging forward as it undulates within and I watch you open,
unthroned and focused on this unforeseen, overt and loaded,
brazen and doted…all to fill this need
It's like a perfect conversation only the words aren't in the way - no contrived colloquialism
No polarized disguise permanently handicapping me
You see, there's got to be a reason for this timid tyranny
I'm glad this is so complicated; her gaze soft as is her skin
To watch you floating, replete and soaking from a subtlety that left you broken,
quivering and hoping to be temporarily complete.
The single breath taken before (contains a placid sea) in which I see myself reflecting
glancing back at me
And although selfish it may seem (to seek your every need),
I think you'll find a pleased receiver ready and on her knees
