Sunday, January 21, 2007

my time...

relax, touch by touch
we got part of the way through
but something came up

1 comment:

Rick said...

Helping in the kitchen

Your body is on the counter
with olive oil
still warm
from my strong, soft hands.

I stand over you
with a ladle
of pizza sauce,
fresh from the frig.

The sauce is very cold.
I see you shiver,
just a little
as I draw a thin red line
from your neck
to your throat,
down between your breasts,
pausing briefly at the underside
of one; a favorite spot,
making lazy esses down
your perfect little belly,
all the way down
to there.

Warm olive oil
Cold pizza sauce
My hot tongue
and breath.

Hold still
I'm hungry.