One hot night

To The Lady on the Train,

The sun has gone down hours ago but it is still too hot to sleep. You lay naked on the bed, sheets kicked into a damp jumble at your feet.

A white moon beam glistens off your sweat wet breasts and shoulders. Matted curls and dark eyes, and the trace of your jaw, and your beautiful parted lips drawing air in almost a pant. The rise and fall of your ribs, and the tightening of your abdomen as my palm cups a hard nipple and I breathe in the heat musk of you and my tongue finds the wondrous centre of you.

I have traced the line of your spine with my kisses and felt your bum rise to move against me. My fingers have traced the muscles in your strong limbs and I have drawn patterns with your freckles as the signposts to mysteries. And I have kissed you with a depth and passion until I fell into you and lost myself utterly.

And under this moon as our only light you will lose yourself and collapse until there is only you in this cresting wave of pleasure.

Then the calm and clinging of skin to skin, and eye looking into eye where worlds anew are discovered.

And I rock you exhausted and to sleep. And still in your sleep I would kiss you until the morning light.

The Man in the Station