I slide my arms around you
Our lips meet
Gentle
Soft
Delicate
Almost shy
A touch, eye to eye
So we begin again
Our age old journey
As though always intended this
Continuum of physical poetry
Cheek
Neck
Shoulders
Breasts
Lightest touch
Or strong enfolding
Reading each other's sighs
Hardenings
Sweet wet responses
Morse code of desire
Open
Welcomed
Filled
Heaven in your satin folds
Flowing waves' movement
And then together in our
Shared liquid bursting
Union
I feel you on me
You feel me in you
And in our mixed scent and sweet wetness
We dance on
