Duet

and that night he did
dream
of leather
of the smell the touch the
taste
of her in his mouth
                                       Where you belong, my darling

and that night he did
dream
of fingers
of  the liquid the heat the
rush
of his breath past her ear
                                                   Where you belong, my love

and that night he did
dream
of backs arching
of nails dragging
of hips shuddering
as they
             lifted
to meet him
                         Where you belong, my Poet

and that night he did
dream
of cries mixed with
moans
of the wet
warmth
of her passion
and his
              drowning

© 7 march 2009 sgdr