i am yours:

“I love the way

you finger me”

she moans

breathless as she comes; moistened

in acquiescence

to the warm pulsar

of my hand.

“And I am yours –

all of my flesh and my blood and my bones.”

Her mouth gapes

in anticipation;

seeking to taste the hot embers

of my tongue...

U.V.Ray

17th July 2007

1.35 p.m.