Appetites

That night

When she walked
Thru his door

There was no conversation
No tv or ganga
No food or drink

To begin

Not a word
Spoken out loud

Just a coming together
Her breath on his cheek
His lips grazing
The nape of her neck

Slipping her dress up
Over her head
His hands sliding

South

Over belly
And back
Under lace

Kisses hard
And deep
Tender slow hot wet

Without
Mercy
Without pause
Or restraint

Then he lay her down
Sliding on in
Taking his time

Turning
Guiding
Rocking

Hearing her moan
Hearing her cry

Then holding nothing back

Exploding

Into her so deep
She felt him shudder
From the inside out

Then falling back
Quiet now
Catching their breath

Tracing clouds
On the painted
Ceiling
With the patience
Of bliss gratified

He turned to her
And said

“Let’s eat.”