Sweet thing, without your touch I must abide
alone this painful endless empty night,
behind weightless lids I see your eyes, bright
like sapphires anxious for lusts to collide.
I yearn to sense your hand on mine, to guide
my fingers to your throat, holding it tight
like a treasured doll, then with joint delight
I’d hold you breathless ’til I slip inside.
You’ll be soon again in your lover’s grasp
where I’ll drown you dripping with whispered gasps
amid airless heartbeats pumping in haste,
released in an instant, abruptly pinned
to your back, thighs spread wide open to taste
the dulcet reward for your breathless sin.