your jugular notch traps
the tiniest puddle of sweat
collarbones like pathways
leading to shoulders, solid
your arms reliable and steady
calling to hold me
gentle hands, the weight of your fingers
on their lingering exploration of me
the scratchiness of stubble
sends shivers all around
following the burning trail
left by your warm lips
the softness around your belly
I truly cherish
and the hair spread across your body
waiting to be played with
the way your thighs tremble
from exertion
and the rising of your chest
when you breathe me in makes me tremble
and finally the parts unnamed
that call for attention
will get the love they deserve
just not here, not in words, not now
© coldscars