i want to
cling to your skin
in the same way
as that summer dress
every inch
every curve
beneath gentle hands
hungry mouth

to drink you in
like a glass of whiskey
with one ice cube
sweating on the bar
in the humid heat
of another day
with the thirst
of a dying man

rough fingers
trailing lightly
as calluses meet soft
with gentle whirls
to excite
the exploration
becoming a game of need
the worship of love