Awash…

Her necktie loops my wrist,
the silk so soft against my skin.
I know she’s moved,
as I felt the bed shift. 
What will she do next,
I wonder and I wait.
The black sash that covers my eyes
has sealed out the light,
and only memories of the room
entertain my eyes. 
My mind, however,
is completely awash
with thoughts of her touches.
My entire body becomes flush
with my remembrances,
and I feel the tingles begin,
in every crack, in every crevice.
A splash of icy coolness hits
just above my breastbone.
And I am once again,
awash with wetness…Image
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