Our lips brush, then follow contours
Of a familiar face.
Differences of texture are savored and relished.
The cheeks, breasts, forehead and the neck.
Made in symmetry like a well measured song,
The song of flesh and enjoyment.
Beauty of form is looked upon,
Arms, hands, legs and breasts are objects of desire.
My fingers trace your delicate skin.
The body becomes arcane runes of lust;
Time is held.
We as lovers explore the universe of ourselves.
One with another.
_Hurley (copyright 2007)