Speak to Me

If I had to choose between sight and sound, 
I would choose to hear. 

In a bedroom with only 
the music of rain, I could 
hear your softened breath, note 
by note in a symphony of slow ecstasy. 

Trembling, I hear your footsteps. 
Closer. Closer. Your breathing 
gone ragged now, I hear your sigh 
as you hover your mouth above mine. 

You know me, what sends me 
over the edge. "Do you belong to me?"
you ask, the velvet cadence 
of your voice with its ghostly 
fingers making me ache to 
splay myself open for you. 

Finally, our bodies intertwined, 
sweet arias of friction, 
whispers of delicious things 
that bring me 
closer. Oh. So. Closer. 

Oh, the grand finale, 
stinging, strumming pleasure 
resonating throughout the instrument
of my body and soul 

as you moan and growl and sing 
like a beast deep in the night, 

Mine.