zip me up against the cold.
Warmed only by your kisses, my blood circulating only because of your touch.
How I long to feel you again,
Long and hard against me,
Three days unshaven face
Brushing against my thighs.
Fingers more gentle than rough pulling at buttons.
Pushing at zippers,
Wanting in and me,
Your whore,
Consenting because I no longer have the strength
Or desire
To say no to your heaven