There was a time; you must remember when
my mouth would stay near yours; my tongue
might lick an ear, a collarbone or hollow of
your fragile throat, or even dip to taste your
belly -- but that was all. My thighs would part
with pleasure, but only lower lips dared
to engulf you.
Well, that was long ago, I know. I learned
not to mind, and even to be glad to give
some pleasure back in turn -- please do not
misunderstand! It was no great sacrifice
I made; just a simple little task, well
justified by the slow calming of your heart
as I lay against your chest, afterwards,
thudding quiet in my ear. And yet...
If I had known that this would be
such joy, such fun...if I had known
how I would learn to crave the fullness
of you, the pulsebeat deep inside
my throat -- if I had only known...
Well.
We might have spent our weekends somewhat differently.
*****
M.A. Mohanraj
October 3, 1998
Salt Lake City, UT