Her skin feels like a rose petal.
She is smooth and soft and satiny clean,
and I try to breath her in and swallow her whole.
Her long legs stretch to the foot board,
her hands press firmly against the dark wood of the head board.
I want to trace the flickering candle lite across her body,
want to wrap myself around her,
want to make her forget about
anything
anyone
anyplace but this now that we are in.
Her sighs turn into moans,
her breaths turn into gasps,
she is helpless under me,
and I am helpless always with her.
