A poem I found in an old journal and fixed up. Tell me what you think.
I breathe in
savoring the scent
that is wholly his.
Deep musk,
so deliciously male.
I curl my toes
and bring myself closer.
I feel his arms
take hold of me
in a possessive embrace.
His fingers
tangle in my hair
as he brings my face
near his.
Devoting his entire
self to my pleasure,
his lips connect with mine.
I taste old cigarettes
and beer on his
tongue. A flavor
I have come to cherish.
His lips continue their
assault on my own,
and I realize
in that instant,
I am completely
and wholly
his.
