For Her, in December

thank you for last night.
you are golden and delicious,
my prince.

my thighs,
they worship your tongue.

to my eyes
your shoulders are deified.

your skin pressed
against mine
is celestial, electric.

your lips make me drunk with their power
and their passion.

you kiss me
and I smile,
I swell
and I long
to give you everything,
to climb inside your head,
read your dreams
like a compass
and pull you towards North.

[December 2003]