Heating Water

He lay
glistening skin
abandoned on the bed
His sculpted face, pulsing throat, sleek muscles
carelessly
inviting my hunger
my insatiable eyes
He, lavishly displayed
      to my simmering stare
                  restrained gaze.

I lay
caressing him
eyes only
not daring
touch
afraid of 
shattering
the fragility of the moment
the glowing picture
sprawled on the bed 
next to me. 

In the kitchen now
      sterile white counters
      ‎gleaming tap fixtures
      cold tile floor
I hurry, grab empty mug
turn, shave chunks of bitter chocolate
they splash into heating water
yes! steam rises
Bring sweet vanilla, warm scent evoking him
Crumble sugar, hint of salt; I pour. 

I quietly re-enter the bedroom
seeking cozy chair next to bed
curl
        sip steaming chocolate
        salty taste of him
        musky smell of him
                    still clinging to my lips
                    mingling with the sweet hotness
poised teasingly
                                on my tongue. 

I could
   lean over him
   let my warmth
                wetness
   disturb him awake
or remain
tempting myself with
provocative thoughts
               of this
innocent bittersweet invitation.