Touching You
A Love Poem
Those blades across your back
flexing as you fit inside me. The curve
of your hip bones pressing. Stay here
a little longer so my fingertips may
feast on your flesh. Yes. I want you to
consume me, my love, dig a little deeper
into the scent of my devotion, the blushing
centre of my heart. I am ready for
your passion, our love manifested
in your grooves.