In Spooned Satisfaction

He nudged against me with remembered movements,
sliding himself unto my small frame
fitting perfectly into the familiar spaces
on my receptive skin.
Awakening me with the warmth and the weight of his need.
Heartbeat to heartbeat
as mine sped up to catch his galloping rhythm;
flesh to flesh
he pulls me from my midnight sleep
with a white hot hand of slippery heat...
Motion melds me to the sheets,
need pounds itself against each crease.
Spent
we rock each other back to sleep
 in spooned satisfaction.

Reviews

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Engrossment and satisfaction ... a beautiful welded intimacy. I loved it.

[lady o]

Ah this is so lovely and the picture... very nice....

[ShadowWolf]

A perfect description! Well done!

[Antonionioni]

Hi B - are these poems new? Hard to tell when they're posted on this site! Just popping in before i go to work, so hopefully I'll come back and read more. This is a lovely intimate poem. It's somewhat idealised from my point of view - I don't think my wife would be that accommodating - but maybe for those in the throes of mad passionate love, lucky them!!!