Come to Hush

She likes the lights in my room.
They highlight everything I love about her.

The lights reveal where my lips have pressed,
where my teeth have marked.

She understands the way the lights hush
the way my touch speaks in the silence,
the way she leans back and lets go,
enjoying the thought of my hands
revealing the parts of her I cannot see.

The ridges of her back
my tongue walks them, drowning slowly.

Soft
the way her body stretches and yawns in ecstasy.

She likes the lights in my room,
but even more, the way they cut off
when she walks in.

The light hints at attention.
Shadows flee before my hand reaches hers,
before we become one with the way she yearns.

Her thigh gap rests at perfect ease.
This craving,
a friend we both welcome.

She wears this light for me
until the switch undresses this yearning.

She spreads,
undressing for me
everything I love about her.