I’d hold your hand
trace my finger along the crook of your elbow
to the curve of your shoulder
the hills and valley of your chest
the slope of your neck
to the tussles of your soft, cinnamon hair.
-November 2016
Poetry
Touching You
I’d hold your hand
trace my finger along the crook of your elbow
to the curve of your shoulder
the hills and valley of your chest
the slope of your neck
to the tussles of your soft, cinnamon hair.
-November 2016
This reminds me of a part in Nights in Rhodanthe when the man is using the woman’s body as a topographical map. Very nice.
oh a very sensual scene!