Guest Room Poem by Donnie Wolff

I have already touched you.
Felt your fingertips.
Touched your mouth,
Tasted your lips.
Moved your hair,
Kissed your neck.
Touched your arms,
And the small of your back.
Touched your legs,
And held your hips.
Felt you sweat,
And tighten your grip.
Felt you move,
And heard you breathe.
The faster you moved,
The harder I squeeze.
Into your sigh of relief,
And the shake of your knees
The after look in your eyes,
And the smoke, that I breathe.