beauty in planes of skin,
petal soft, and the consistency of velvet pudding.
across rolling fields of back and shoulder blade,
my hands can see the horizon of your neck
beckoning their travel.

they yearn to respond, to dance
over hills warm and moving
landscapes draped in sensation
drawnclose and supple over ever-shifting earth.

timidly touch, then bolder step-
invitedto grasp,
challenged-run!
dared to mold this independent ground.

sharp light carves out shadows
in hollows where bones meet.

there let fingertips rest,
nestled in the bowl of an elegant valley
between noble peaks that comfort and caress.