It’s plain to me
That you aren’t, at all
As I uncover your tastes
Explore the blank page
That you have yet to turn
A page to write together
In kisses and caresses
Which are as organic
As the raw silk sheets beneath you
As close to fabric as we’ll get
You are all the cover I need
Not much at all, in fact
We’ll trace journeys in each other’s flesh
Stoking fires that burn out of control
For days
While we feast together on love
A banquet of raw desire
Cooked up hot
Steaming
Not an empty calorie in sight
Full bellied we’ll laugh in exaltation
As the long night is burned away
By dawn’s promise
Of a brighter day
David Trudel © 2012
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really like this
Thanks – lots of backstory to this one of course but I’m at least somewhat discreet.