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
