You come up behind me. XXX The dark metal ring on your hand, your steel watch, your thick belt, with its steel buckle, your black pants. I am made whole by your gaze, by your touch, by everything you do and demand. You are sliding my gown off and I let it fall, lowering my arms so that you can reveal me, reveal what is yours. It barely covers my butt and its sheer fabric shows just enough of me. As you kiss my shoulder, gently sucking my pale skin, I think of the inevitable purple mark you are leaving. Your overhead with its leather inlays and mustard canvass with your essentials, a matching suit bag, anniversary gifts from an adoring wife.
