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
