Curved

i want the man with the chilled hands

up my shirt

and the soft wet lips and the

teeth

i want the man with the

mischief eyes and the

whiskey mouth

and the words that toss me down

and keep me there.

and that could be any man

but i want you

to curve up into me.

I will lie beneath you, like Eve.

And I will lie upon you, like Lilith wanted.

And I will lie beside you, with my cheek upon your chest

and my wine-filled eyes will close to stroke you with

silken lids.