Bloom
Standing in front of the mirror
I take my shiny chandelier earrings off
when I see you leaning
against the door frame in tight white
boxer briefs. I feel your eyes moving over my body--
my hair, my lips, my neck, my breasts, my waist, my legs,
tracing my silhouette, licking and then biting your bottom lip,
leaving it redder and swollen,
as if the temptation was as strong
and warm as the glow of your skin,
smooth like melted caramel.
I feel you behind me, your bare chest and arms
against my shoulders. Holding me,
under the glow of one dim fluorescent bulb,
your hands feel my body's response to your touch.
Each pressure point, like droplets of rain running
down the fleshy petals of a Hibiscus,
opens my soul to you
for you are the sun and soil and rain
and I am your flower.
I take my shiny chandelier earrings off
when I see you leaning
against the door frame in tight white
boxer briefs. I feel your eyes moving over my body--
my hair, my lips, my neck, my breasts, my waist, my legs,
tracing my silhouette, licking and then biting your bottom lip,
leaving it redder and swollen,
as if the temptation was as strong
and warm as the glow of your skin,
smooth like melted caramel.
I feel you behind me, your bare chest and arms
against my shoulders. Holding me,
under the glow of one dim fluorescent bulb,
your hands feel my body's response to your touch.
Each pressure point, like droplets of rain running
down the fleshy petals of a Hibiscus,
opens my soul to you
for you are the sun and soil and rain
and I am your flower.
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