Got a look at the
tattoo on your shoulder
last night and wanted nothing more painfully than to
sink cuspids into muscle tasting sweat dancing smooth implosions over tongue
Kissed your cheek
yesterday, playfully, but my insides were
telling me to move over further so I could
drink fern-colored water from breath gasping quick like your thumbs teasing nipples
Slept curled against your side
this morning, back to chest, forcing
my hips to lie still, wishing it were
slow pulsing into-out-of arching bodies towards pleasure supernovas leaving thighs twined nerves panting
Let your hair curl under my palm
damp from sun, while you brushed your fingers
through mine, branding me with the whorls of your individual print.
those hands could be...