Tender Mercies

Talk as foreplay

The spikes of your wit

Amuse you with

Easy observation

But part of me

Already watches you

Walk up the stairs

Kissing tender globes

Firm flesh eased apart with

Thumbs and wriggling tongue

Darting forward

Pinned underneath me

Yet how you take flight

Without negotiation

I hold you down until I’m

Done

See the playful fight

Smoother out in you

Straining with me

Afterwards

Talk as act itself

Drifting off

Warm smile

Following us

Both

Down