Monday, September 5, 2016

Read me




My skin is hungry for touch,
Slow, deliberate, thoughtful
Fingers running over the smoothness,
Over the birthmarks, over each crease.


Study me, like a traveler unfolding a map
Tracing the paths to the destinations
Unknown. Inspire yourself in the details,
The journey has no end...


Feel the heat - my body still,
anticipating with a breathless tremble
Your fingers fluttering, brushing over me,
Reading me like Braille.

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