Conversational Lunches

[luvlymish]

Make love to me,
Make sweet, slow love to me
In each sentence.
Your voice tumbles over my skin
As silk does in slow electricity.

Make love to me,
Make steady, breathy love
With every word.
Your eyes catch mine in kisses
Seconds mistaken for minutes.

Make love to me,
Make finger word by finger word
Conversation.
Your warmth has my body tingling
Trembling for your touch.

I'll pour the tea
Would you like another biscuit?
Or must you go?
Same time next week then
I'll make lunch.