Pillow Talk

   
   
Do not give me    
choices, to be loved    
in some godly fashion    
slowly and tenderly    
unfurling from dark to light    
surrendering to nature’s flow    
   
Nor, to the heart thumping    
thump, thump, thump    
like a drum    
not missing a beat    
pressure of desire    
yielding upstream    
   
to your tongue    
flickering the wick, a maestro    
of harmonies    
conjuring every sweet rise    
gathering moans in my mouth    
plume'd shades of ecstasy    
   
..and I shall say to you    
that I do not need    
the maddening rush    
tepid droplets into stream    
   
tangled web of sweltering silk    
slithering rivulets, drowning sages    
churning my skin inside out    
   
no touch    
will ever be as it was    
   
but I watch my flesh betray    
every denial    
every ache    
every ‘No’ dripping from    
my lips to your chin    
   
flooding the gates    
of inferno    
   
finding my religion    
if just for a moment    
with you.