Sit with You.

I sit with you.

I sit with you as you walk streets.
Grey rain morning falls in cool pieces upon your clothing,
upon your skin.

Make me look.

I tear my eyes away from small exposures of your flesh,
wet with this cool sky glistening.
You move in slow motion and I move in slow motion
with my gaze.

Start at hands.
Only thought
“oh what those hands could do to me”.

Wolf growls.  

Gaze moves up the line of your neck because you call to my lips as strongly as you call my soul.
Without kiss lips move wet soft movement slides up to earlobe until in my teeth softly I bite.
Tongue takes place along edge of ear,
only as deliverance of my breath to your sound system.

I’m on your microphone.
Record me and keep this with you always,
put it on your mixed tape boy!

My hand moves up your torso while my breathe lays down its track.
It moves the path from hip to waist,
left turn up chest then shoulder,
fingers on back of neck move like liquid hot metal in slow curves on hard, hard lines.  

My breath in your ear quickens just from the touch of you.
The touch of me rides the line between sweet caress and no control.
I lack control when you are the subject and you are the only class I’m taking
so I will study you close and know you well professor.
My body falls into your body as though we might merge and be one body but instead
my curves fit into your hard lined man spaces that make me want you always.

My hip against yours and a little to side.       Click.
My palm in the space between your neck and shoulder.             Click.
My head in the spot on your chest
where each man
has a place
for a woman
to rest. Near his heart.      

Goldilocks.

This one’s too…
That one’s just too…

I’ve sat in a few seats.
But you are a throne and I want to sit with you.
You are a king and I want to sit with you.
You are a gentleman and I want to sit with you.
You are a beast and I want to sit with you.
You are an artist and I want to sit with you.
You are a mind that provokes my mind and I want to sit with you.
You are a lover and I want to sit with you.
You are soul deeper soul and I want to sit with you.
You are pieces for my pieces that click and I want to sit with you.
You are mine.
I am yours and I want to sit with you.

I want to sit with you.

I want you.

So I do.
I do sit with you.
While you walk in grey morning skies glistening in pieces
on your skin.