From the bottomto the tippiestof tops…
Herflesh mixesthe texture offurs, velvets, andsmoothest marbleinto a gentle lessonfor…
My fingersprune againsther skin, moltingdown into a fleshyquintessence, the soul.
Likea templeof tender remindersthrough whichmy prayers wanderin search of worship,her waist…
That graceful hand of yours that you sopeacefully drape uponmy chest — push it in until these ribs…
The five
Why must I