Bathsheba

I graze upon your brown skin

Like gazelles in summer’s haze,

Trek along the ridges of your spine

Circle round till I gaze upon your eyes

Nibble your nose till you wiggle your toes

Tickle your neck, dress your clavicle with pecks

Bite your lip, sink deep and spring an oasis of desire

Take a pause and rest between your breasts

Like a new born fawn nesting till dawn.

 

When the light hits, resume with kisses

Slowly, bit by bit, till you feel the heat

Beneath the honey coated bow of your bosom

Sweat trickling to your navel,

Your thighs unravel

As I graze upon your earth skin

And fill every pore with sin.