My fingertips
Aloft on a sky
Made of your skin
Gliding
Over the impossible
Silk
The play of muscle
The pucker of your
Nipples and how they
Are berries between
My teeth
The perfume of you
Where fur emerges
And I nuzzle its cachet
Such a wonder
To experience
Mute expression
Rendered in
The spark of nerves
MB Blissett 