intimacy after ipv

his

winsome

profile

turns

towards me

with quiet control

**

he steps

away

from a computer

on a desk

in a room

at a hotel

with a green roof

**

and i rise to my knees

at the edge of the bed

eager to greet him

**

draping my arms

around his 6’4” frame

lacing my fingers

at the nape of his neck

**

me and the silk of my dress

***

leaning in —

until his soul finds mine

teasing me with his tongue

and i respond without hesitation

***

tracing the fine cashmere

he wears

damn well

from the

back of his neck

across his shoulders

to his chest

where we

share a breath —

**

before kissing me again

in a way that just wins

**

i melt

***

my hands

map his chest

his neck

his shoulders

**

gently

lightly

back and forth

over and under

**

present again with this man like no other

***

his hand

travels my left side

grazing raw silk

**

breathing still

at the top of my thigh

**

slipping under hem

tracing over garter

**

drifting against me

**

barely lifting the satin and lace.

his voice, low and hungry…

**

“you’ve been waiting for me.”