The twitch underneath a layer of pink flesh
long golden hairs mimicking the movement of shape
beneath the surface
the stretch of synapses firing to nervous system, to joint, to muscle
the journey
one
little
movement
causes.
The wrinkled edges of cells folding over
sharp delineated veins that chord her arms
tightly coiled ropes of blood
pumping from her troubled heart to her tired mind
all of these motions apart of this amazing
mind blowing vessel called the human body.
The muscles
which cry and scream (either in protest or exultation she can never tell)
as the notes flow from shaken speakers to dancers feet
the long low run through grasses too yellow to be pillaged
past the man with the faded hat and kitten grin
to the bed she lay him in.
the motion of fingers as they slide over rough-hewn skin
Skin that caresses back and Lips.
Lips sliding with trembled precision to sweet
forgotten spots on this amazing vessel
of blood, bone, heat.
The rumble of senses opening
moistening
lips still searching, taking, demanding
of him.
The jagged whispered phrases that were lost to rumpled sheets
and the cold, distant starry sky.
This skin, which aches for him is but a vessel of love
to release and open
Engulf the sensual sensations of lust
that mirrors the silky robe of darkness that wraps their bodies.
Beautiful Bodies.
Skin, blood, bones, heat.
To reveal something sacred
to the both of them.