Still

I can still hear him
his voices carries in my head
hoarse and dry
thick with emotion and want
promising me forever
the sound moves me
breaks my resolve and
loosens the very core of my being

I can still feel him
lips pressed against the shell of my ear
moving slowly to the top of my neck
arms wrapped firmly around me
drawing me in
hands gently pressing and lightly stroking
pressed flat against the small of my belly
understanding the swell of my body
his simple touch and exploration
causing me to catch my breath and
close my eyes
bite my tongue and
ride his tidal wave

I can still taste him
lingering on each and every bud
his sweetness so addictive
overwhelming me
arousing an innate yearning hunger
an insatiable craving for him

I can wait
with my eyes closed, my body still
my mouth shut
I can wait
because I am still with him

Mr. Mann

Mr. Mann, I need you to listen
hear me
without comment or judgment cause
I am enraptured by your
bountiful, beautiful
luscious back

It can't be wrong,
to stare at and admire,
dream of and desire
long to touch
need to grasp
imagine the cushion of it
in my hands

My mind's eye has
already stripped you
trust me, I already know
can figure out the
texture and tone
smooth and grooves
how to touch and
fully enjoy so

Come on,
don't be shy about it
let's just dismiss pretense and
deal on the real.
Take it off
All of it. Right here right now
There is nothin but you and I
opportunity to touch and enjoy
taste and feel,
observe and admire the
beauty of much back