Fire
Morning brings no
reprieve
As your slender fingers
part the files of strangers
catalog the fruits of excess
in a dimly lit room
you remember how I parted you
just last night
Strangers enter your office
You smile, exchange pleasantries
all the while your thoughts never
break
from the way I entered you
just last night
Beneath your desk
your hand remembers
with your fingers against your clit
you trace a recently traveled road
one that I forged
with tongue
and breath
and words
of fire
Black Satin 
simply & utterly gorgeous. sensuality to the max
Thank you so much Shauna! Thanks for stopping by, I appreciate the comment.
gulp. mmMmmmm… please consider writing or submitting one of your previously poemed
work of arts to my new zine: white curtains – the only requirement is that the poem is
not over 7 lines.
send to my email: iko220@yahoo.com, merci.
Thank you, I will definitely submit soon!
I love this poem. It is so sensual and sexy. Good job!
Thanks for stopping by Shawn, and thanks for the comment!