To feel again the driftings of her flesh,
her soft breath’s vibration in my ear;
the tantalizing quivering of her tongue,
and the slow rhythms of her labial smile
hovering over all I am, beyond measure
or control: the lapping’s of the waves,
rocking shorewise upon her thighs;
touching and touched in this warm light
that flows upon us out of dark desire:
the masked moment of this flame
in flitting’s of her spectral crossing.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.