There are moments –
Not often anymore,
When you appear in my thoughts
(against my will).
And then,
I’m taken back to how I miss your smell.
I remember what it was like to have your soft breasts in my mouth,
Your nipples begging to be teased,
You moaning in surprise at your own pleasure.
The necessary guilt – for a few moments at least,
Pushed back into the shadows as you let yourself surrender
(against your will).
My hands exploring you,
Frantically,
Trying to beat the clock
Of inevitability.
You, in places you never dreamed of.
Me, laughing at Fate and Karma and at almost everything.
Stolen moments.
Wanting you so badly,
My body on fire with your touch.
Gasping,
As you slide into me,
Gasping as you go deeper,
Gasping.
Yes, I sometimes do remember.
Do you also have these moments
Or have you controlled your mind so well that I am not even a memory?
If I had one more moment I would separate you with my tongue,
Taste you and consume you.
If I had one more moment I would caress your swollenness
And make you scream.
One more time.
© Jasmine 2009
