(For the man who imprinted himself upon my soul, I am thanking you for the gift. I hope you have a good life.)
Your thoughts travel in a stream of tiny currents felt along points on my hungry flesh.
Words are redundant, for your gestures unequivocally express.
Cloaked in the black of night, rendered mute and deaf by desire-flooded consciousness of tangible delight.
Your passion, felt through the pressure, pouring in excess
My deep, yawning craving, is satiated with each deliberate caress.
Each kiss, press, squeeze, stroke, thrust
I sense, I feel, I tingle, I salivate, I radiate.
