1.12.2008

A request

I want

champagne on my lips,
your lips on my back.
Sun to make me sweat,
a dancefloor.
To pull bark off a twig,
pants off of you.
Music so loud you can't speak,
sugar on everyone's tongues.
A warm hand on my thigh
under my party dress,
walking barefoot after high heels.
A rugburn on my elbow,
jaw aching from laughter.
Your hair between my fingers,
your fingers under bra straps.
Noisily sleeping,
an arm draped over my hip.