That night
For him.
Another night that cannot last
I want to remember every inch of your body
to close my eyes and be able
to trace the texture of your skin
every crease that turns into bristly smoothness
every soft curve that sways into rigid hardness
I know the feel of your body
like a sensory map
and I know
the way you close your eyes and succumb to pleasure
I know the sound of your whimpers and sighs,
your grunts and groans
I know the sound of my name trapped deep within
the back of your throat,
the murmur and pleading
that I can taste inside my own mouth
like the way I can taste you upon my tongue,
salt and sweet, delicious and tempting.
