there among your friends
I tease where they can't see it
with wandering hand
feeling in control
then I am shown otherwise
one touch turns the tide
remembered pleasure
mapping planes and warm curves
your skin and my lips
I know all your wires
a flicking tongue can hold you
helpless in its grasp
savor curving lines
a momentary softness
followed by hard need
the cold air strikes sharp
against the heat of bodies
noone seems to mind
tracing skin so smooth
I watch you in the moment
having had my way
your breathing calm now
a few last shudders pass through
followed by my hands
morning sun finds us
lying spent among the sheets
a finger traces