The silky softness of your skin as we nestle together,
your body a diminutive shadow in the darkness.
The firm, rounded perfection of your flesh, which meshes
with such inexplicable comfort to mine.
When you slid into bed next to me before the lights were out,
a brief glimpse of your warm, pink, secret places.
Now hidden, but still making themselves known
by their heat radiating gently against my skin.
I brush your shoulder with my lips, lingering to savor the
faint salty-sweet scent of your beautiful skin.
I cup your hip in my hand like a firm, soft-fuzzed peach, still
giving back the sun’s warmth.
Now, as we lay together in the dark , I struggle to remain
still and quiet, lest I wake you.
While my brain, my heart, and my glands shout their joy
with such abandon that you must surely hear.
I smile to myself, unseen, as I think of the joyful
giggles evoked earlier by a soft tracing of my fingertips
along the gentle curve of your ribs, down your flank, and
spidering playfully across your stomach.
Being with you, I feel myself changing, as if our love
is a cocoon from which I will emerge renewed and
strengthened in the morning light. But I know
I will return to your arms at the end of the day.