I am pondering
The perfect shape of your mouth,
And wondering
If that symmetry
Would be spoilt,
Or enhanced
If I could make you bite your lip, in longing.

I am recalling
My favourite sound, your laugh,
And imagining
That beautiful music,
Were I to find a ticklish spot
Caress you there,
And call it forth.

I am obsessing
About your hands
Caressing
Every inch of me
Delicately.
Your mouth, your laugh, your hands,
Are keeping me company, this evening,
I've had a lovely time.