airing that fire

before I feel you,
I feel the tease of your breath
on my neck-
I close my eyes
suck in my breath,
at the soft touch of you on my shoulder.
you understand my shyness-
your movements are unhurried;
your passion generates fire in me
in that mist of desire
my meager protest disappears
I turn towards you eagerly...

in the aftermath,
you snuggle into my back
and say, "that wasn't difficult, was it?"
cherishing the closeness-
smiling I fall asleep
dreaming of you, of us.