see creatures

The tips and the touch
Dear trailing fingers
Cut pads bleeding
Brushing beckoning
Tease twinkle shine in light
Shuttered in blinds of weed
Caught pinned held butterflies
At the top of my tongue
Pointing down bending
A loose light lined trail
Trailing down to downy downs
Those tender beginnings of lines
Clefts and crevices I long to take
It to into my soul sole
I tremble with invitation
Slick in slide in this warm moment
Fill me with you full
My mouth an anchor
To pull you down
In the coming tide
You mother of pearl insides
I am abalone under see
Enfolded bit by bit by bite
The many fingered embrace
The soft starburst surprise
An amorous anemone
Folds to the on coming flow
Hungrily thick hungry slow
With wave after wave
Taking strange things to mouth
Devouring with relish
Shame same on all over me
Same shame on to lover you
Let the funk come and cover us
In the wonder and wonder is
Shame on us, shine on us
So what’s the fuss?
Dance your hand on my hip
Spin grip trip tongue to my lip
Slight bite teeth slide on skin
Pull thigh secret loose let it fall
I will a way
Kiss it to wish
And wash it all away