Holding Back the Night
A man lies alone in bed reviewing time he shared there
Far into the deepening darkness of night I lie alone in my rumpled bed Sheets awry as though victims of torment. My thoughts alert, in recalling her Smooth skin against mine, gently, Sometimes wildly, frantically heaving, In all our poses, legs parted Accepting ardent caresses Of fingers, lips and tongue She, giving willing Access to my hardness Me, keenly accepting that gift To glide upwards, ever upwards Into her welco...