When we are lying so close that our bodies are touching

I reach out tentatively at first

A foot here and elbow there and then I hit gold

Your warm chest aching and soft on my cheek

My lips trace the edges of your hand as it scratches

The tip of my ear and my scalp is buzzing with the

Life you bring to me and my body cries out for

Your attention but you’re standing at attention

So hiding I lose myself in the smell of your neck

Your sweat your joy your heady pulses on my skin

I writhe and wriggle and writ upon my wretched face

Is the wonder and wisdom of wicked wild womanhood

As I wait

//

At end of your storm