he teased my body
that he slay me across his bed with his scent
slowly he plucked uncoordinated codes
causing me to swing and toss to my own moans
then he picked me up
held me adjacent to his body like a guitar
strum the breath out of me
a composition he taught me to sing to
to dance to
and then he carried me to the kitchen table
still steamy and hot
lay me down, with his head in between my thighs
his tongue digging deep into the ice cream.
he wasnt done with me yet.
to the wall he tossed me
till he bent me over the sink for water.
My lover for one night
he wasnt in a hurry,
he knew well how to organise his music
when to play it slow, fast, soul
a soft-spoken gent,
very composed, brown-eyed and tall.
he wore his suit with command,
walked like time obeyed him,
very careful he carried me back
beneath his satin grey sheets,
my body already sizzling
my fingers couldn’t wait to dig deep into his skin
Slowly and very careful not to hurt me
yet too sweet to increase my greed.
he made me moan,
soft enough like I was humming to Celine Dion
and then a scream for an orgasm
like a stand up ovation.
a job well done, a performance splendid, a song well sang.
I knew these nights just increased.