jealousy.

i could not help but notice
the way the shadows traced
the outline of her cheek,
flaunting their airy fingers
down her neck and arching spine,

the candle, with its
seductive scent of lavender,
flickering exotic
erotic belly dancer fashion,
tempting the shadows to
not only touch, but caress

the rise and fall of her
soft breasts,
recently intimate with sandalwood soap,

or how her bra,
daring to be lacy
and knowing full well she is mine,
wraps itself around her bosom,
its clasps on her back
where my own hands belong,

and the quilt,
taking my place between her legs,
draped languidly as if to say
oh yes, i know she belongs to you,
but see how happily she lies with me,
how she stirs and sighs when i,
smoother than your just-shaved face,
embrace her napping form.