Within His Arms

She imagines her hem hiked to her hips,
arms pinned to her sides by bra-straps pulled down,
bent forward, he moves behind her, touching
with delicate intimacy – just there.

She feels his breath on her back, nape of neck.
Lips and tongue taste the musk, drinking her in
as she, with eyes closed, needs no sight to see
his face, no sound to hear his voice whisper.

The small of her back a perfect contour
in which to press his belly, flesh to flesh.
Warm hands cup her breasts, pull gently, arouse,
ready her for him as only he can.

Sex is making love is sex between them;
curled within his arms, she finds she is home.

~
Siobhan
2/3/13

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