HER GIFT TO HER

Her Gift To Her

By Tom Squitieri

Your mind undresses what is left on me and soon it will be in true form. For you to see. To hold. To guide. To enjoy.

Each sentence I write for you goes deeper into your smile. As she moves me for you, as she poses me just for you…. the deep breathing and then the catching of the air, it is held for a second or two before pushed out, as I try to inhale normally.

She says, think of holding you from behind and entering you as I kiss your neck and talk to you., and you push back with words and pants and body, so we are consumed together. 

Each week we graduate to a higher level.

A break, and then I return from the kitchen, the coffee brewing launched. The night has been long in desire and anticipation, of making the morning midnight, to make the day never end. 

Strong legs now stand as the smile readies for more heat to slip and to open and invite for entrance. In and out of the shadow, as I think again of us. In and out, smiles standing, fingers ready to nervously touch, to ignite those special sparks. Bringing with it words  of unlocked romance.

You are sleeping so soundly,  she wants me ready for when you awake…