Tends to enjoy a free rein.
A hand is placed on a
Knee. Slightly warm, slightly
Moist.
Lift it and the rim,
Slightly darker,
Like steam, caresses me.
A word is whispered.
Barely breathing, its humid wave
Crisps me.
Bracing... the back of a neck.
Sweating hot and cold.
Soft and starred: white night.
Sleepless cotton hope.
Your breath, like vapor, bounces of
My fervent skin. Slightly shaking,
The wet stain of a kiss.
A temple, that spot under my chin,
Your words bounce back.
Chest, stomach,
That spot behind my knee,
All crisp.
Brisk.
Curiosity.
Now tends to enjoy a free rein.
A.
