David Degnan

Curtain

Before we ever had the chance to touch
born in my mind's eye
a silky black curtain
enveloping me
swaying gently
to the rythym of us

Your eyes open and meet mine
then close as you lean back
and take that curtain
I see your warm brown skin
wrinkle under my fingertips
as I gently squeeze

You contract around me
I close my eyes
and shiver with pleasure
I open my hands
to hold more of you
you press down onto me

The curtain is back
framing your face
tickling my shoulders
my ears
my chest
my soul

I pull you to ...