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)