His Dimly Lit Bedroom

Lying awake
next to a warm body.
A man
who touches
me.
His lips
are hot
but chill
my burning skin.

His wanting me
is pleasure and power
inducing.

Dialated pupils,
hot skin,
and a racing heart
want me.

He presses his lips
on my face,
on my neck,
on my stomach and breasts,
and on my hips and back.

As the sun breaks
through the curtains
His shoulders
hold me down
as he lifts me up.