Your body -
Swollen
Like
A river
In spate.
Your tongue -
Moving all over
Ferreting out
Little secrets.
Your lips -
Moist,
Pliant,
Urging me in.
Your eyes -
Half closed,
Half open,
Seeing in me
A silhouette
From the past.
More often,
It is not
The body
But the mind
Which commits
Adultery...
