Revisions Of A Past Encounter

The remorse of a missed opportunity
carefully revised
to diminish
the impact of loss

A flourish of fantasy
to alter the outcome;
a chance to indulge the temptation
from the preference of angles

This time I'm meeting your lips
to feel your tongue against mine
taking your breath into my lungs
pressed to the plump cushion

The equality of our nipples
delighted by fingers
that toy with the fabrics
and pinch with a pleasure

Let us bathe in the delirium
of these inspired secretions
taking turns to dine
before our instincts dominate

That divine entry
slightly open without contact
inviting my stored excitement
to curve into the comfort

"Yes", I hear you say
pushing deeper inside
hearing us connect
and that specific request

"Just fuck me!"