Saturday 23 March 2013

Intimacy


I miss the intimacy of
toes on instep, of
knee against hamstring.
loins and buttocks
stickily nestled, hands
tight clasped between
cooling breasts, mouth
buried in thick hair I could
happily drown in.

Saturday 9 March 2013

Dark Eyes

Even as they droop closed, your
dark eyes glint with a
last fire-lick of lust, your
desire merely
banked for the morning.