If I close my eyes and let
my fingers take a journey
I read your body in my mind
through touch.
I trace the ridges of your spine
you shiver with anticipation
a minor earthquake in my arms
and I in yours
Your lips are soft to fingertips
softer still to searching tongue
I roam my hands on your strong flanks
which flex with promises
of heat filled nights
Blind fingers find a pathway
through unruly, thick dark hair
which falls across your forehead
and I know you smile
in pleasure as I gently rub
I recognise each crevice of your skin
intimately as you know mine
There’s the mole below your navel
which tells me that I’m right in line
to continue the excursion
and lift us to delicious heights.