by Arllyn Hernandez
(12/16/09)
1. Hers
The sheet drapes my skin
softening the advances
of an invading tongue
a finely tuned guitar
played by expert hands
fingers strum me.
There is pain. Hunger.
I shiver
riding the rapids.
The world stops
stutters
restarts
and sticky fingers
whispering love words
touch my cheek.
1. His
We did that
none too gently
my head,
no pun intended,
got away from me.
Let us begin
again
with more romance.
A symphony of sighs
on bended knees
a melody of moans
with me
between your thighs
our bodies infused
by candlelight.
Be my goddess
of delight
your skin
my house of worship.
I promise
we will find
rare pleasures here.
I promise
it only hurts
the first time
or if you ask.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux