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 breathing in my ear and hand
and murmur
she is a lap girl and a soft girl
and i am the lucky one who
s lap is made
acred by her prescence.
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
eupohria is mine
she is mine
and i am hers
either for love or for breathing.