"no one else"
c. 2002, Miriam M. Wynn
what i told you i told no one else,
whispered it along the curve of your naked, stretching back;
the tattoo burning bright, a brilliant intricate kiss of aztec mask;
i felt the wave of lust ride through you,
soft and sweet, it smoked down to me from your great height,
and i burned with it, and you, and the promise of your skin,
kissed once, and twice, and then one restless time again;
what i told you, i murmured in the dark,
with your memory, when you had long left me;
i asked that you would take me in the shower,
just the way you’d repeatedly invited me;
my hair swept up by pins as it so often is,
the warm water rains down, the breeze wafting in;
i am soapy and sweet, and i remember your kiss,
and moan soft, thoughts of you sliding out, and in;
i whisper the most intimate things,
and pretend that you are here to hear me;
you belong wrapped along my spine,
your long, firm limbs and seeking warmth
pressed between my thighs;
your lips belong parted against my breasts,
my nipples trapped against your eager tongue like berries;
your curls should be crushed against my belly,
my fingers tangled in their lush spring;
your eyes belong caught, helpless, against mine;
your sighs evade the ears that should own them,
again and then, again;
your body should be in my bed, the one we never slept in;
i whisper these things and remember
your taste, your smell,
what i told you,
and no one else.