Taken Captive

As Our bodies play hide and seek, Your tongue probes my mouth, searching for yesterday's kiss. You know how to ask for sex in six different languages. I wish you were as proficient in love. When you leave, I bury my head in your pillow, dare not breathe, lest your scent take me captive again. Later, your voice crawls out of my answering machine "I want you" then Using that red dress you bought me, I smother your pleas.