Savoured

I'm warm but I shiver standing naked in the light.

I only see the red tip of his cigar as he sits silently in the dark.

I don't get it, and I am embarrassed and impatient.

"You're allowed to touch, you know," I say as a feeble joke.

He knows, I gave him myself body and soul some time ago.

"Love, you don't gulp a glass of fine wine; you don't glance at a Picasso.
 Anything fine is meant to be enjoyed slowly."

Oh…. I stand a little straighter. "Well then, take your time."