Imaginings

The days feel sharp
But your skin is soft
Under my nails
And your quiet murmured
Pleasure a perfect foil
To pressure so dreadfully
Deafening to my delicate
Ears made centres of
Sweet sensation under
Your caresses
How I yearn for your smile
At week's end
How I long for your eyes
To drown in
How fortunate I am
To find myself enfolded
In your fond imaginings