As I Touch His Skin

"Touch has a memory... John Keats"

Exquisitely outstretched on the bedExposed in his glorious nakedness My tentative fingers begin touchingCataloging his body's every nuanceCupping his face between my handsCaressing his scruffy angled jawline Outlining the perfect lips that bothTenderly kiss and wholly devour meKissing along the...

Morning Memories

"And my body slowly stirs...."

 As my mind starts to wakeAnd my body slowly stirsAs I slowly stretch my musclesMy memories occur They drift to last nightA sly smile spreads my lipsSuch a naughty pair we wereBoth of us lunging our hips These thoughts make my bodySo...