days, weeks, months
c. 2001, Miriam M. Wynnthat sleepy gaze promises so much
a low and husky, sweeping touch;
your lashes amazingly thick and lush
too much, your glance, too much.I feel it on me, and pretend ignorance
just to feel it linger longer, louder,
the decibels pulling on silent strings
attached to my skin, my breath,
the juncture at my thighs.you talk a lot of silly trash,
and half the time you make no sense
and still you somehow make me laugh
beneath that gaze that makes me
bite my lip and grin despite myself,
and mellow, content, beside you.in your bed lazy hours could pass into
days, weeks, months,
and I would love to let them slide into forever,
you could truly mean that much;in your long, and powerful grip
I could murmur as many gentle praises
and comic insults as you would let me,
for days, weeks, months,
so long as you would hold me,
so long as you would listen;you don’t believe me, I realize,
but my flattery isn’t false and my
delight in running my tongue across
your fragrant flesh will never be either –
I want what I want and I want you
for so many good and silly reasons.and when I tell you that
your lips pressed to mine are sweet,
your scent intoxicating,
your taste absolutely delicious,
and my pleasure in eating you intent,when I tell you that each moan you make
when my tongue slides around a sensitive nipple,
down to the soft sweet velvet of your thrusting sex,
around the succulent orbs hanging tight
and hungry like some exotic delicacy,
when I tell you that these moans drive mewet, wanting, breathless,
make me proud, wicked, naughty,
that I love to leave you cursing softly,
disbelieving, panting speechless,
at what I do to you,my enjoyment of you is a truth,
none of it is false,
that all your imperfections are as
sweet to me as your brilliant best traits.and all these things –
your sulky pouts,
your inane wisdoms,
your confused comments
and goofy way,your wonderful smell,
your wonderful taste,
your sense of humor,
your childishness maleness,your presence, you, all of you,
I would wrap myself within
and enjoy again and again
as long as I could,
as long as you would,
for days, weeks, months,
into forever,
into you.