If I Were Your Lover. Poem by William Jackson

If I were your lover,
the sex would be playful,
a slow exaltation,
no hurry;

and … during… and….after…

together we would savor
the sensuous flesh …
of succulent mango,
slivers of chocolate,
shots of espresso,
and …
copious first and second
servings of each other,
with …
your hands to guide my own
and your eyes as well,
with…
my soft kisses
on your neck,
lips, and areola,
with…
the first digits of my fingers
delving, and my tongue,
lips and open mouth
finding the most delicate folds
of your lithe arching body,
and then …
much later…
playfully turning you over
onto your hands and knees
and finding just the right angle
from underneath the delightful swell
of your buttocks
to glide into place,
impaling you with me
and…
meeting each one
of your lively backstrokes
with a forward stroke
of my own,
if I were your lover.