I live for these nights
far from the neat politeness of day
when fresh from her shower
in tank top and towel
my butch comes to me
eyes flashing
and places down the glass
her signal to me
I climb aboard her sinewy figure
and allow myself to be carried
to the edge of the bed
and placed gently there
though we both know full well
I could walk it myself
I tease her
tickling her chest muscles with my hair
tasting the calloused tips of her fingers
tracing the outline with my tongue
before finally placing her strong hands
on the roundness of my waiting ass
I please her
I can tell
when I lay back
and open up wide to receive the gift of her pleasure
I take her in and seize her fingers
swallow her hand
her strength
only to release it all again
freely flowing from me
with a dewy scent
and some strength of my own
If I'm good
and I usually am
I will then be allowed
to ease the towel aside
against the slim boyish hips
and kneel before her
to stroke and suck
where I know she is hardening
just for me
It takes woman indeed
to coax sound from a stone
Woman indeed
to make my butch blush
It is at these times
In my woman-lover's arms
that I feel my strength the most
Who says
femmes don't have power?
Originally published June 2007 - "Body Art"