sensual is the casual touch of life's playground
the back of a hand on a thigh
a lip on an earlobe
an eye to eye rush
a cry sounded out
from blue seascapes to misty  mountains
from the tops of trees to the burrows of furry things
night and day onward rushes
with sensuality
touch soft and hardnesses in the dark
frittered forces familiar
to every two four eight legged
finned
bipedal and quadri and non
forever
it gives birth to life