Luke

Soft satin skin.

I'd like to rub my hand

across your stomach as

I feel your breath, in and out.

I'd like to touch your breast

feel the shape, curved like a

mango, as I feel your heart beat.

Boom boom. Boom boom.

The curly hair climbing your abdomen,

like gentle ivy, to your stomach

course to touch, would tingle

on my finger tips, just so.

Your flower, your well,

the soft tissue inside

I have your attention then.

Down your stomach,

warm and sweaty, wanting to be touched.

I like the bend

it is you, as you slide into my hand.

I want to watch your eyes

take your breath,

listen to your heart beat quicken.

My hand slides up again

your eyes glaze over,

I slide my finger under the skin.