07 April 2011


first encounter fabric on skin
illusion of myriad fingers discerning
the sweetest pathways, caressing
curves and valleys
serpent tongues licking their way
round and round thighs
flowers plaiting garlands across hips
chilled skin now blood-warmed
by the sheer weight of
this red silk
this substitute
for you

1 comment:

  1. sensual...but those closing lines leave me a bit of a chill...