The Maxine Poems - 5

Fully clothed,
You sit before me,
In my dream.
You lift your hair.
Secure it, in a clasp.
Balance your glasses carefully
On your nose.

You light a cigarette.
And blow the smoke
Toward me.
I inhale.

A breathless silence now prevails.

Your smile is
Full of knowing.

My heart beats faster.
Yet I hold my breath.

Beneath your clothes,
Your legs begin to part.
Your fingertips draw back the skirt,
Revealing those forbidden charms.

Not reticent.
Not ashamed.
Surrendering, willingly, to my whim.
Secure, in the conviction,
That I ask no more.

You lift your right foot
Slowly, to the chair,
Spreading your open thighs,
Invitingly.

I long to kiss the place.
I yearn to drink its scent.
Caress it tenderly, with my lips.
But I refrain.

My inner camera trembles.
I raise it slowly to my eyes.
Capturing, in still time,
Your openness.
Your complaisance.
That implication of abandon.

It is enough.

I am sustained
By your indulgence.