He told me I was there
Upon him
Around him
Within
Weaved me tapestries
Silken and plush
With the possibilities
That come with seduction
I gave
I buckled
Weak at the knees
Kneeling at his base
Prayer to my savior
Rather my heart's
I asked forgiveness
Upon a kiss
He took me
Gently
Raised me
Brought my face to his
Closed his eyes
Leaned in...
(And I smelled him
Took him
In
Ingesting his bouquet
Of masculinity
With a hint of femininity
Through the strength of his hands upon me
And the quietness of his actions)
I wanted to close my eyes
Return to the prayer
But hesitation stayed me
Understood me
As he denied me
Whispered to me
'Yes, but...'
©2009clarencecbess
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