EscOne hand creeps along my inner thigh,Esc6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingernails grate against the cold teeth of the zipper.
Grab the tongue, thumb to index, shiver to shudder-
Vulnerable beneath denim, mouth open and ready to receive.
Eyes strain to focus upon the glow, upon the gentle words-
The hand continues to delve, unearthing something real;
hear the bones grind as the back curves to the sigh.
My hand roams the path of scattered letters, a-s-d-f, the soft, smooth keys-
digits spread wide, pressing down, j-k-l-; hitched breath and pregnant pause-
I'm waiting for your move; press enter and thrust.
Lids shut for just a moment and sight is not needed to tell you that I need you.
Yes, right there, type a little faster.
Eyes close and my fingertips hover over delicate characters, to give the painful command, Hold me.
Heavy limb lifted and as the palm caresses the monitor, nose rubbing softly against the cool surface.
And if you were here...The thought overwhelms.
Two fingers deep and