Torn

Egyptian cotton
drapes
thighs tender from your caress
grazes
nipples firm from your touch
cradles
curves conquered by your hands.

Running water
somewhere beyond
this dewy recollection
promises more,
but I don't want
to lose your
fingerprints.

Wrapped in Me

You'll rise stiff
against your belly, caught
in dreams of my tender lips
and rolling hips,
my voice low and smoky beneath
your ear,
and the scent
of bergamot in your sheets, your hair,
infused into your skin.

Your hand will tremble
around your flesh
as you remember being
wrapped in me.