in my bed

i run my fingers across his chest,
we lie there nearly bare
wearing only each other and
our love

i see the way he looks at me,
i am a goddess
a princess
an enchanting mermaid in the deep-
i am what the men want,
i, am what he
wants

we flirt strategically
like this is a game we have become
professionals
at playing,
i say what i know excites him
he says what he knows will drive me

we kiss and tongue,
making love
until our steady pulsing
[pulse, pulse, pulsing]
makes the sweat
upon his brow
thicken and
he lets himself give in,
his body shuddering
and buttocks tightening,
our fingers tightly
interlocking

and sigh,

we lie there nearly bare
wearing only each other and
a smile

—Septemer 24, 2002