Slipping straps tighten
this silken tension
where your lips last traced
the need in my shoulders
the desire in my belly,
naked.

Will I shudder
from opened windows,
blown curtains draping
the chair you stood beside,
my fingers finding
the edge of your zipper,
your breath warm on
the places I hide?

Come inside-
don't you know
I want you,
here
beside the scattered pages,
here
behind the fading words,
my mouth on the curve of your throat,
my tongue on the rise in your spine,
my warmth wraps around as you grow,
my hands on the moan in your soul.