A WARM SHORE 47BC

A WOMAN AND HER SLAVE GIRL IN ROME IN 47BC

Amy's there
beneath me
Annona

tells herself
her slave girl
fingering

to heaven
or such place
the kisses

on my breasts
on my neck
on my chin

I sense her
wanting me
her hunger

nibbling
at my flesh
with love bites

(just as well
my husband
old Marcus

is away
at battle)
she fingers

my garden
through dark pubes
like bushes

my lips kiss
her forehead
our mouths meet

our tongues touch
I wonder
how Marcus

is doing
and whether
he battles

with those wild
warriors
or young w****s

Amy's brought
to hotness
in my bed

sensuous
as dark grapes
in my mouth

she's opened
me up now
she on top

me beneath
swallowing
each mouthful

of her rich
honey breath
o come now

enter more
flush me out
as wild waves

a warm shore.