When first you entered the room
parchment face blushed and frozen red
I did not recognize the man
The hurried soul escaping bitter winds pain.
Your hands chapped and worn
masculine with talents beyond the keyboard
We would play music tonight.
I noticed your breath
As you removed your navy coat
button by button reveling
as slow as a burlesque striptease
what was to come.
How I would melt you
Cupping your face in my warm dark hands
blowing life into your mouth
with kisses and probing tongue.
Parchment turnstiles to peach
And peach to sweating red
Ink slicked across composition sheets
I warm your thighs entwined with mine.
Smooth arched shoulders dance,
My breast pressed beneath your heaving weight.
This would be the chest I would dream on tonight
After the winter breeze.