I want you.

Naked.

Soft.

Warm.

Clean, but even dirty will suffice.

Your wet lips meeting mine as I hold the back of your head, so you don’t pull away.

The Earth has circled the Sun too many times for me to knock you up

As if that coarse expression carries a dignity of its own.

I regret not risking it all for you when we had the chance.

But that risking part rings true. You are confident I will be with you tomorrow, as I trust you will be with me in constancy. The risk is the naked openness as we touch and stroke, suck and lick.

When we lose our dignity in ecstatic union.