The silent starry slipper of night
folded us as the quilts folded our confused limbs
feet disembodied, elbows touching
skin kissing everywhere and nowhere
Lips full like the ripe plums of autumn
smiling and taunting as we laughed
I knew.
and I think she did too,
I think she felt the electricity that danced between our beings
coming to a paramount.
I know I did.
I know I had been half planning the way I would reach
Graze her jawbone, the soft skin beneath her ear,
The daring nip of her lobe which would give way to
Whispered sighs as sensual as the silk of the night sky
The release of four years tension.
I planned the way I would hold the soft animal of her body
Wrists captive, legs pinned
Teasing.
I planned to ignite her body as she had mine
with touches that had been oppressed for far
Too.
Long.

What I didn't plan was the stars
so soft, enchanting, secretive
to flip my intestines like coils of grease
to rip free my facade
to allow her eyes
god her eyes.
To see me.
What I didn't plane was soft utterances
Admissions
From her seductive, irresistible lips
that didn't serve to satisfy
but to torture.
What I didn't plan was her thin sheet of denial
of sharp, distracting, self deprecating humor
to fall to unsuppressed truth...
What I didn't plan was to finally
Finally
See her.