TO MY LOVER by Janelle DuBois One day I fell, and saw desire’s face: exquisite hunger for a girl like you I fell again, I slipped upon this wetness I touched my own unbroken, pretty ankle I touched myself - a truly hungry girl I touched myself, and gave myself a kiss Desire made me offer you a kiss although I hadn’t even seen your face Desire drove me out to find a girl, an easy, steamy, careless girl like you Desire told me: worship at her ankles and she, if pleased, might bless you with her wetness I begged you for your dreams, all hot and wet - I begged and hoped for wanton, desperate kisses, scarlet nails clutching eager ankles, ragged breath and sweaty, dreamy faces I wondered if I’d touch this place in you: a luscious, moaning, wanting, waiting girl Your welcome, breathless words: "I’ll be your girl! Just teach me what to do to make you wet, and tease me ‘til I ache from lack of you and make your lips my world through lovely kissing and hold me still and gently touch my face and press your shoulders tight against my ankles!" Like silent silk that slides across your ankles the dreams we share move lightly, move like girls Like girls intent upon each other’s faces Like girls who laugh and lick each other wet Our dreams of us surround us, piled kisses, lazy whispers: "...sweetheart...me and you..." I’m told there was a time before I met you Before my fingers memorized your ankles Before our sweet and warm and countless kisses Before I took my ever-willing girl Prehistory - before your flooding wetness let there be light upon my grateful face I fell to be beside you, girl to girl Ankles touching - swimming in your wetness I kiss you, darling lover, face to face