My rough

Hands wander 

Over you

Calling up heat

Like prayer

Ritual

As I give voice

To hunger

Once silent

But loud and 

Solid

Slip beneath your

Clothes like divine 

Burglars

Divining your 

Sweetness

Plucking forbidden

Fruit with each languid

Brush of my fingers

Reach for me

In return

Trace the solid column

Of my intent

Thorough and playful

I press

Cajole and make

Plain my intention

And struggle back

Make your surrender 

A prize

As open

To me

As sunlight

Opens flowers