MEMORY IN MY POCKET

i kept them in my pocket
for almost a month
switching them each time
i changed pants

often during a busy day
my curious fingers
would sneak down into
the soft silky fabric

i’d remember how warm
they felt in my hand
after you raised your hips
and i slipped them off

the way the cool moonlight
bathed hot bare flesh
and the intoxicating scent
of your moist garden

sometimes alone at night
i'd bury my face
in soft pinkness of your panties
and inhale your essence

strange how a bit of fabric
could enliven every sense
and make a man groan out loud
with each memory

the forbidden words we whispered
hot enough to melt
the snow caps on everest
your mouth up and down my pride

the sight of full mounds of joy
bouncing so freely
at each thrust we shared
your head thrown back in pleasure

i can still feel heels on my back
nudging me deeper
as you writhed with ecstasy
on the bed beneath me

they were wet with your nectar
when you pushed them
into my hands as i was leaving
‘for you’ you whispered

your panties dried long ago
though the scent
of jasmine and musk lingers
along with my lust for you



7/15/08 DJA

song miserlo