Ken

Indecency

There really is no other word

Not a single thought comes to mind

Of something I’d like to do to him

That would be permissible in public

There are too many angles

Along his face

That I need to soften

With nuzzling kisses

There are too many ties

And buttons

That I need to weave past

Too many tendons

I have to bite

Along the curves

Of his arms and chest

I am certain

If I could make it that far

A choir would sing

When I step in the shower

He becomes the water on my back

My mouth falls open and my eyes close

My skin feels weak and tight

All at once

I feel exposed

Thinking of the way his tongue

Would feel inside my mouth

His fingers tangled in my hair

His weight pressing against me

Bare and cold

I forget

Which parts of myself I own

The illusion of him

Excites me

Like no reality I’ve ever known.