"Him" 2009

His voice in my ear
deep and rough
like follicles of his beard
against my soft skin
I hear him
luring me to explore
the recesses of his desires
kept inside
only released in
gruff whispers

A description
vague at first but
with each touch
his lips to my ear
enticing
On the edge of insanity
I sit
wanting his words to
rush over me
in a flood of images
there is no sound but
his voice

I beg for satisfaction
withholding our bodies
His imagination unfolds
in quiet
yet sincere plans
to sustain us
in the moment

Surging through me
I succumb to his will
bound by his voice
in heady intoxication
my fantasy joins his

His breath only
touches me
my body rises
with low tones
he sends
my frame to
the pinnacle

I am satisfied.