A Distant Lover Claims Me Poem by Renee Marie

Standing naked at the foot of the bed
body dancing, stretching, rounding to the nearly
wakeful-state.

Lovers, pounding routines like it was
the first time I was just about to tongue your pearly-whites
You wiggled and giggled arching your sexy back.

Thin glass, little sips of early-red wine,
the essence of decadence exploding us closer to
our lustful-state.

I hold on to barely THERE
long enough to finish you off;
evaporating into sheets of Egyptian Cotton heat.

What the hell,
let's hover in this distant place
where only the best of us undulates
and flirtations tip-toe her finger-tips...

Never wake me when we're here!