Face down on the bed
Your warm lips start to hover low
Inching up my legs
Sensation that I can’t describe
No touch, but so intense
My insides turn and twist like twine
Release, then twist again
With feather breaths you reach my spine
The valley where it dips
Then slowly curve along its line
As warmth floods through my hips
My skin comes desperately alive
A part, apart, aware
A non-touch tracing only here
Felt there, and there, and there
Soft between my shoulder blades
I feel your breath caress
The pulse within my throat throbs strong
Beating down into the bed
Your wordless whispers’ gentle powers
Rise up over me
Like wading slowly into water
Shallow out to deep
Or watching waves glide on the sand
Their liquid fingers reach
And ripple up the solid shore
Sparkle there, then sink
Higher now, behind my neck
You finally place your mouth
And with such skill and mastery
Your hands turn me around.
