what a night
what a her
twisting my lips in and out of hers
her hands holding my head in place as she chews on my lower lip
the flame of her kiss
her hot breathing in my ear and hand
and contented murmur
she is a lap girl and a soft womanshadowed
and i am the lucky one who
s lap is made sacred by her presence.
her scent covers me like a deep terry cloth white towel
for me to rub all over my scraggly face
the taste of her lips and cheeks and fingers and ears and the feel of her slender legs
euphoria is mine
she is mine
and i am hers
either for love or for breathing.