I feel his touch on my skin
In tantalizing fragments of an innocent moment
A moment I don’t know if we’ll ever see
But maybe part of me really wants to
And I want to explore, just to see what could be
Regardless of what we think should be
I want to know what could happen If I was a little bolder
And he was just a little more receptive
Or God was looking down on this moment and thinking
“Yes.”
You wouldn’t think our interactions would be positive, but oh,
Yes.
So many times a minute when we're together:
Yes.
Yes, to the way he understands the part of me I hide.
Yes, to the way we touch each other sometimes,
Skin flashing on skin
And a quietly oppressed mind penetrating like kind.
And us both saying to each other
“Yes.”
Yes, my darling. Yes.
I like this poem because it's sensuality is not ******, it goes to deeper levels than skin.
