For You

I wore your tight silk
against my
intimate skin:
so you could trace an outline
of desire
with a fingertip.
As I do
with mine.

I grew my hair long
so that it
might cover your
thighs and your tangled fingers
could tug it
in time with guilty,
stifled cries.
Like mine.

I pierced my tongue with
cold metal;
so you might feel
a hardened, secret bud
in lips hot
and swollen.
As I feel the hidden
secret bud
in yours.