Your body –
Swollen
Like
A river
In spate.

Your tongue –
Moving all over
Ferreting out
Little secrets.

Your lips –
Moist,
Pliant,
Urging me in.

Your eyes –
Half closed,
Half open,
Seeing in me
A silhouette
From the past.

More often,
It is not
The body
But the mind
Which commits
Adultery…