Dirty Thoughts

I’m going to sip
A slim glass of wine,
Tonight  
While you are gone
And let myself be enticed
By the scant remembrance of your
Touch
Upon my skin
And our slippery moments
Into murky sin
And don’t think
That my hesitance to kiss you
Isn’t intentional…
Useful
When I need you to be
More aroused
And more attuned
To the delicate fabrics
Of my sugar slice
Already I feel my tender
Nipples seeking the moist
Touch of your tender tongue
Hot and eccentric twists
And licks
Of herculean grace
I picture in my head
Your hard erectness
Parting
The folds of my velvet floor
And entering me
A little at first
Begging for more
You wet my thirst
For more hard core
Thrusts
And feline claws
Searing your back
And clutching
Small fistfuls of your
Hair

Ah, but just this wine
Will have to do
Until I see you
None too soon.