Fluorescent classroom lights
illuminate the band around
your muscular arm,
but it looked better by the moonlight
against my sheets.

You use kisses as punctuation
as your exhale contstructs
smokey sentences
on lines all
down
my
back.

Turn around;
you just might find
some things you'd rather
pushed aside
than my legs open wide.
Just don't be surprised
if you discover you need me
but I'm just proof reading you.