Listening to you while we lie in bed, when
your voice takes on that kind of soft mellow quality-
that soothing seduction of sound- then lovesleeping 
by an ember fading beeside the chess board
near your door.
Urging you to wakefulness that languid 
luxurious Sunday-morning way, and then you
nude and tan-tasty, smothering my attempt 
with a mind-body caress.
Watching you dress, spagetti-armed and sleepy,
with your little-boy delight, swinging
and winking at me, wonderfully insatiable.
These thoughts: a mild-mannered masturbation.