In
The crook of your neck,
The smoothness of its length.
The rising of your collarbones
As you take in breath.
The shallow depth
Of your sternum notch
These things with love do I watch,
These things with rising excitement
Do I gracefully with soft lips touch,
But I do not forget to caress your lips
With my own. Your cheeks, forehead,
Your soft temple, your crown,
Your eyelids, your eyebrows,
Nose, ear, chin. Every inch of skin burning,
Do I lose myself in
As your spirit intoxicates me.