Mistress

A poem.

Back to our Chalet — Pyrenees.
You undress. Nothing remains
Beside a taupe silk dress and gold.
Seductress, you ask me to help
Unfasten your long string of pearls.
I execute. But I linger —
Desire burried in ashen curls
Unfurling on your twisted neck.
Sigh. I grab you by the shoulders
And kiss, kiss, kiss. You exude
Musk, honey and butter fumes.
Long moan. I step back, run fingers
All over your chest’s starry night.
(Diverse in shape and colour, specks
Animate your pale skin). I sigh.
Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe
I count many, many moles.
I cry. What’s wrong my beautiful ?
Nothing…It’s just that I waited
So long to call you my Mistress.