Explore Me
Move your hand up past the turn of ankle
and arch of foot, along the curve of calf,
backs of knees tickled with the softest stroke.
Beauty whispering in each subtle shift
of muscle; knead the tension there, release
it with your caress. Can you imagine
the length of thigh – swell of hip beyond reach?
Anticipation skates across skin;
each flex of deft fingertip, each slip-slide
of palm, and barest scratch of nail along
the surface, heightens expectation.
Shape your desire to match my own, new
with the moon this evening; yet old as time.
Embrace these kisses – gently – explore me.
© Siobhan
June 1, 2009
