His fingers ask a question on her ribs,
Then detail a story for her stomach.
Thumbs comforting thumbs, lips yearning for lips
Losing themselves in skin burnt from hillock;
A foot flirts in a whisper with a foot
No care of hair unruly from water.
Breasts shiver under his loving input-
Enlightenment, and she feels emptier.
That glowing summer night she spent with him;
Every hour they would not say good-bye.
Walking home, she knew they were just a whim
But pretended not to hurt from that high.
Arm tucked about, he says she's radiant
She smiles at him, knowing she mustn'
nazimgreen nazimgreen
Apr 18, 2012