I want to play cards. Give me cards.
Old cards with worn out edges and the remnants
of forgotten nights and remembered mornings.
I want to play Black Jack, rummy,
and snap. Yes snap.
We’ll play strip snap.
I want to swallow down burning
hits of red aftershock as I shimmy
another Ace from sight.
Lay out your cards and
show me your heart(s).
Let the night forget us in shadows
of lust, let the dawning sun be our light.
Wrap me in white cotton sheets, lead me as
cards fall from the air and onto the bed.
Lay me among Kings and Queens.
Kiss me, lips locked together
as you pull memories from my hair. Push aside
my legs and as the morning sun falls upon us,
fall into me.
One deep thrust.
A nights worth of flirting, a lifetime of desire,
the dark moments in the shadows and
the whispered touches that only the breeze could carry.
Lips locked, fingers intertwined.
Let the air be sucked from my lungs
as you press my hands down into the bed.
Desire so deep, so dark, so desperate
let it seep from me into you and back again
as we are locked together in that single moment.
Hold me and never leaving my body free me. Watch me
as the white sheet falls and innocence is lost.
Hair tangled falling across my delicate skin
trail your fingers across my breast. Gently, stroking
as I rise up and arch my back ensuring a perfect lock.
Watch me. Your fingers trailing my thighs. Hear me
as carnal lust leaves my body covering you tightly,
throbbing, together as the morning sun drops
golden glitter across our skin.
Karen Hayward ©2016