Here, the sun comes to me every morning,
we greet each other with an embrace and he begins
nibbling at my ears, moving down my neck and shoulder
to my spine, the curves of my hip, belly, and breasts and
so begins our day of lovemaking, his fingers slipping over
every inch of my skin, we toss, we tangle, his breath
warm in my hair, between my toes—I take him
places he has never seen and we make
new lands of love, going at it for hours, I soak
up all his juices, sweat them out, the sheets a mess until,
spent, he must rest at last, so
fades and sinks to sleep.
It is then, only then,
that he comes
to you.