heavenbeginsathellsdoor

fingers long and strong
pushing back the curtains
tying back the drapes
dancing lightly across the stage
pulling the others along . . .

tangled in locks of hair
from a faint twisting tug
to a fisted nest pulling the neck tight

sliding over skin
tracing muscle and bone
dipping into to divots and dimples
bending and forming
to the hills and valleys
of the body's landscape

slipping
- slick and nimble -
into caverns and caves
flickering at the fire
driving the flames higher still

curving around velvet
rigid and pulsing
primal and impatient
aching for more

pinching
slapping
cupping
swirling
pulling
pushing
grasping
kneading
scratching
rubbing

hovering just over the skin
to feel the heat and magnetism
the repel and draw of another body

comforting
soothing
smoothing
resting

tracing lazy vines across a collarbone
teasing in cursive along the spine
tapping out a rhythm
mimicking the staccato beat of a heart
inching across an expanse
in search of the ultimate prize

resting gently in the small of a back
or cradling the curve of a hip
as passions glow cools and fades
under the fan's unwavering attention
while pulse and breathing
join in time
to slow and deepen
as sleeps whisper draws you under . . .

i lie here aching for the touch of your hands


entry seventy-two written 2006-09-20

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