Of the Flesh
I find pleasure in your flesh like
No other
In the softness of your skin
Amazement
In the flex of each muscle
Titillation
Your eyes look at me greedily
I am awakened
In the hunger of your lips I find
My own
In the knowledge of your fingertips
Ecstasy
With skill and patience you build
My appetite
Let me then feast on you
for days
Till bodies and spirits together are sewn
Rest
Encircled by your arms I find home