An erotic love letter—poem—never before published from the journal of Mimi…
© Mimi Wolske, March 2010
All Rights Reserved
When your eager mouth descended,
it was like lightning charged through me
with a kiss igniting passion,
fingers touched my blood and it boiled
for the want of you inside me.
You pressed against my breast and the
erotic, sensuous prodigy
of you penetrated all of
me, from my roots to finger tips.
There is no knowledge in the throes,
only you, only me, you, me,
me, you, us; our desire blending,
mixing; flowing love from in us,
all around us, like the golden
secret cave you that you thrust into.
When you looked at me, my whole world
blew wide open before it came
back together, and I knew I’d
do anything you wanted…all
you had to do was just ask me.
When you turned me to lie prone,
when you mounted me like a wolf
and growled as you bit my neck, the
earth spun and tossed me into the
abyss while you still embraced me.
How could I know what it meant to
burn for someone until I met
you, until your love burned in me?
This was going to be a letter.
I couldn’t share a letter.
I don’t want to share you ever;
but, dammit, I know I have to.
Yes, I’m selfish…there. I said it.
But you’ve always known I want you,
Only you; only me;…just us.
G-d! I want to cry out your name!
I want everyone to know and
no one to know except for us.
Every message from you, and each
phone call leads me closer to you.