delicately delectable

I hear your keys unlock the door
just home from work
your briefcase lands
thud
on the floor
and I,
I am waiting for you.
You find me sitting at the counter
my back to you
wearing only your white dress shirt
not looking up,
stilled, imbued
with a sense of desire.
Walking slowly through the room
behind me you stand
brushing my hair to one side
to lean in and whisper,
in me you confide.
Featherlight kisses behind my ear
your arms surround
entrapping me,
making promises
I know you’ll keep.
A hunger is there
felt in your touch
heard on your breath
and I,
I turn to see
to look in your eyes.
Mesmerized.
I hold in my hand a ruby red fruit,
a ripe raspberry
delicately
brought to my mouth
to burst inside.
And you,
you reach around
there’s warm chocolate there
dark, delectable
to dip your finger just a touch
brought to your lips
that I love so much.
No words yet uttered between us two
yet volumes spoken
about what we may do.
Gathered to you
in your arms
we bring with us our just desserts
by the fire to feast upon
delicately delectable
to merge as one.

c. 2012 Deidre Meyrick

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