Looking over at your sleeping form
My eyes roam carefully over ever inch
Marking it, savoring it
Just as I did with my hands and mouth
Hours ago.
I can see my fingerprints on your flesh,
The imprint of my teeth at your throat,
Your neck, your belly
And remember the urgency of
Our lovemaking,
The sound of your lust pounding against me,
Making me hold you tighter
Love you deeper
And faster until time stands still
And we both fall into the deepest
Waters imaginable.
I raise my eyes once more to caress
The fine soft hairs at your temples
And see your eyelids flicker and then
The want to palatable, so pure.
And sleep is forgotten as you mark me
With your love,
My lust
Our need.

July 10, 1999

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