Filling all the hollows of your body and soul, your waist can never be a waste floating under my tongue and I'll be traveling over your bare sensitive mountains flying as the wind into your valleys, feeling the grass on my cheeks tasting your philomenal scent, which slows me down -
a breath sends shivers
- only darkness withers for a while -
and your lolling leads me caressing along,
the vulnerable side of your stretched arms
and slowly up,
my lips surfing to your wrist, where I finally rest and kiss your life within the beat of your pulse.