TGIF

Still a bit breathless with that day-after catching myself thinking / losing myself in memories of last night. I know this won't last. I know this won't be more. But oh, these memories are golden, and I must store them in the porcelain box that will sustain me a long time in the future.

Your fingers entwined in my hair,
Sharp teeth and
Fierce need, and
I submit
Again and
Again.

Master me.

Perhaps, as Sean says, keeping oneself clear of these types of involvements leaves more space for something real to flower, but on the other hand, alone and bored is trumped by a wonderful lover more often than not.