I quiver at the thought of your touch
I envy those who capture your caress
I dream of being in that unholy position with you
To work my body with yours
The pair of us like salmon connected at the hip
Your ebb to my flow, my back to your forth
My eager flower parts with the thought of your pollen in me
My bosom perks at the slightest touch of your fingertips
My thoughts consume my sight as I watch you flow into me
As I stroke your back lightly with my nails
Ebb and flow, back and forth
As our love-making comes to its climax, my hands turn into claws
They grab at your smooth shoulder blades
My teeth clench, my back arches, and my peach burns from a sudden release

I lie exhausted, like a heap of freshly watered daisies
Which are lying in their own soiled bed
Images of your red lips meeting my cheek as we depart
I lean back, nearly satisfied and begin my newest fantasy
About your best friend

By Sarah Hulin