by David G. Salkeld
(11/26/03)

-für R.O.

I love it when you ride me
and forget yourself
throw your head back
and close your eyes,
and when a little voice comes
into your sighs
I know I've got there,
just where you want me.

Then your enclosing energy grows,
and sometimes we stare each other out,
as if this were the most serious
business in the world,
and your eyes harden in sympathy,
inviting me to come
until I come.

I throw my arms around you
and hug my head to your breasts,
and you hold me
in my tearful joy/
agony of letting go.

Forbidden from the first
from saying thank you,
still I thank you
without saying a word.

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