A Lonely Foreplay

“A lonely Foreplay” Sliding a glass of wine on my lips, thirst I cling, The warm sheets wrap me wandering, My skin of pearly porcelain, Longing to be mold, unfold, be hold. I was left waiting for some rage, profound Intoxicating, seductively calling your name. My night became a riddle from longing, My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle Circles with motion, of sweet soothing notion. A touch of a gentle relentless Warmed me, eased the aching breathe in me. Kiss my endearing eyes from afar, then I’ll fall back into realm of counting sheep. -km