Speak to Me

If I had only one sense,
I would choose to hear.

In a bedroom with only
the music of rain, I could
hear your softened breath, note
by note in a symphony of slow ecstasy.

Trembling, I hear your footsteps.
Closer. Closer. Your breathing
gone ragged now, I hear your sigh
as you hover my mouth above yours.

You know me, what sends me
over the edge. "Do you belong to me?"
you ask, the velvet cadence
of your voice with its ghostly
fingers making me ache to
splay myself open for you.

Finally, our bodies intertwined,
sweet arias of friction,
whispers of delicious things
that bring me
closer. Oh. So. Closer.

Oh, the grand finale,
stinging, strumming pleasure
resonating throughout the instrument
of my body and soul

as you moan and growl and sing
like a beast deep in the night,

Toni.