I am lying down, and the world is dark,
a cold breeze washes over me.
i am tangled in sheets with him.
slow maneuvers,
sweaty hands.
we are going nowhere,
but now is perfect.
beautiful motions,
hands that touch and turn bodies to gold.
hold me, please.
his scent lingers about.
i kneel. i quiver. i pray;
You are in me, i am Yours
but i do not understand.
ask of me simpler things, i am begging.
demand a different innocence,
a less painful encounter.
