Dirty Thoughts About You

Today what I wanted most

was to find a giant beanbag chair or couch or hammock

and curl up with you and just doze, chat, doze...
and then there are days 

when what I would want,

if I were given the gift of that proximity

would be to slide hands to hidden places and 

press clothing up, down - away -

until I could envelope you in soft wetness

and sigh into your neck,

a tangle of limbs and slow, 

rhythmic connection,

sleepiness building to urgency

and then the melting spread of pleasure and release...