quiet caress

words cannot comprehend
the way my eyes move
down you – i can feel
my hair in the wind

brushing against your cheek
i brush my face against yours
sandpaper thin like your lips
looking up and down

breathing into your neck
taking in the familiar scent
so comforting that i bruise it
through my lingering lips

tulips luscious & full
feeling both petals
through each other
as we bloom together

& i explore you like
the universe searching
for the deeper meaning
of sensuality

the way you brush
your fingers on my back
so chilling i can
feel my kidney move

& the quiet caress
of your thumb
onto my fingers
through the tips

my sweat slides into
your nervousness
until we are whole
dripping into one another