I could see myself reflected in his eyes,
I felt the warmth of his body,
Saw the lines of his shoulders,
Heard the rhythm of his breaths
And felt his pulse quicken
And as his eyelids fluttered closed
I knew what would come next.
I tiptoed into him
And liquid gold cascaded.
Then I was here and there,
Warm and cold at once
Fire spread between my legs
And there was the distinct tang of him,
And then it was over.
© Sena Kodjokuma 2015