Silk Wrapped
You think her
soft like silk
sweet like
honeyed milk
almost afraid
the man in you
will break her
Yet she wishes
that you would
touch her fiercely
deeply
almost forcibly
like the fantasies
that keep her awake
as she dreams
of you
Her skin
so warm
and supple
her presence
draping over you
like silk
Grasping the silk
pressing it
against the wall
caressing it
bunching it
Claiming
where I know
you will leak
Knowing you
as mine
