Today I won’t let my fantasies run wild
I won’t think about your open-toed sandals
Or unslipping them and raising your foot to my mouth
To kiss your high-arched instep while fondling your toes
I refuse to think about your hand reaching out to the back of my head
And pulling me close
Into the best kiss I’ve ever tasted
I won’t dream about unbuttoning your blouse
Or slipping off your bra so that I can run my tongue
First this way then that around the velvet smoothness of your aureoles
While your nipples rise to attention, which I give them
I won’t imagine my hand rubbing your crotch through your jeans
Or your hand pressing down on mine
Worrying that you want to stop my naughtiness
Until you start applying your own intentional pressure
Teaching me your rhythms and tipping points
I won’t dream about belts unbuckled and the sweet over the hip slide
Pants pooling on the floor
I won’t visualize your panties already darkly wet
Or skin shimmering with the perspiration of hot pleasure
I don’t think labial lapping thoughts today
Or wonder about the sensitivity of your clitoris to my fingers and tongue
This isn’t the day to breathe your smells into being
Or to taste you on my lips
This is a day to pull back from fantasies
To a place where smiles are just smiles and not an invitation
David Trudel © 2013