I feel your closeness next to me
under the warm embrace
of my heavy duvet of soft down
reaching over me covering.
I see the twisted delicate fabric of
your discarded briefs
still lying naked on my room’s floor
torn from you in heated
embrace of writhing, twisting passion
welding us in darkness.
I see your sensuous soft fingers
cradle a cup of coffee
as leaning against pillow and board
your arm touched mine
and I felt your warm sweet skin and I
breathed that scent of you.
I shave and see between my masculinity
elements of your femininity
and how I love you.
13th February, 2015