My Loves

The instant our eyes meet in space and in time
And I know I’ll succumb to his touch.
His breath on my neck as he moans in my ear.
The kisses that he loves so much.

The smell of his sweat as he slides across mine
Seem to mix in a wonderful spice.
The cold of the air when my nipples are wet.
He’s discovered my favorite vice.

The hair and the rough of the touch of his skin.
His voice when he’s saying my name.
The sound of his breathing, collapsed next to me.
The look on his face when he came.

Don’t ask for his name, do not ask me to point.
I could never reveal such a soul.
For the stories I tell gather all of my loves.
And describe them as they are a whole.