What it feels like (on a good day)

I resign myself to your domination and undo my clothing.
You are in like a vampire, breathless, desperate.
Your hand on my skin starts soft shimmers.
I relax and breathe.

First the tingle in the feet
then the deep involuntary breath
and the sigh as the release arrives,
a tight surge in the breasts.
Your tension also eases as you drink greedily.

Your fingers explore
and when they find my lips I
nuzzle their little tips with my tongue.
They wriggle.
I lean back and close my eyes.

(First published in An Endless Afternoon)

Samantha, 7 weeks

fuzzy honeyblonde hair, blonde
eyebrows, faint
nipples, neat navel,
fat bare labia
chubby bent legs
tiny toenails, unused
knees, soft
buttocks, downy
hair in the small of the back
wriggling arms, waving fists, double chin, round pink cheeks
and eyes…
sometimes wild with pain or glazed with hunger, animal eyes
sometimes soft with satisfaction or bright with inner laughter, gentle hello eyes
Samantha
older than earth,
older than pure slow life, older than age,
older than beauty, and older and wiser than me.

(First published in An Endless Afternoon)