there was wine left from the night we shared
too good for the sink, so I drank it while the vegetables hissed in the pan
one glass in, the day loosed its grip
then I started thinking how much better it would be with you here
we’d eat, fall into bed, and I’d kiss you slowly while running my hand over your skin, barely touching until goosebumps lifted beneath my fingers and your breathing changed
I’d trace circles around your nipple and hold your breast firmly in my hand
my fingers would keep wandering down your stomach, across your hips, and between your thighs, just lightly enough to feel how much you wanted me there
I’d find your waist and pull you into me until we were hip on hip, skin on skin, kiss your back, move slowly up your neck, and stop just beneath your ear
watching your skin answer before you did