Taking off
my clothes
piece by piece,
I turn to you,
unwrap my body,
feel you trace
its contours
with your fingers.

I am accustomed
to covering,
what I now bare,
watch you waken
and wash me
with your eyes.

I feel the cloth
of your skin,
inviting me in,
feel your breath
warm in my ear.

I lean closer
into you, feel
your blood surge
as you hold me
and I echo
the beat pulling
on us as I wrap
my legs around you
and open as morning
glories do
when the sun
warms them.


(C. Wadsworth)

Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure.