Secrets

You brushed against me and your fingers grazed my ass.
Immediately I craved dimly lit rooms and menthol cigarettes
And a lover who could paint a picture with his tongue.
I imagine what those fingers feel like tracing up the inside of my thigh.
I think of you sucking on my cunt like a wedge of ripened fruit
My sweet nectar dripping down your chin.
I feel you dig into the fat, soft curves of my flesh.  
I suck the salt off your fingers and whisper dirty words with a loving breath.
We fuck and we laugh and we tell stories.
We talk of everything, like it’s nothing.
I fall asleep in the curve of your arm, and when I wake…
You're walking past me, brushing up against me
And your fingers graze my ass