I run my fingertips up your sides,
A gentle caress,
Feeling your ribs quiver beneath my hands.
Under your fretted torso,
Your heart, a bleeding star
In a dark cavern,
Pumps your life blood.

You are living.
Your flesh is warm like
Something eternal and powerful.
It has its own story
And now I too am woven
Into that tale.

Your toes curl,
In the darkness beneath the covers.

I put my hands in your hair
And sniff you.
Delicious.
You are musky
Like a tribal warrior.