hand to flesh

For those of you who have missed certain colours of my rainbow of late. Let's dance.

hand to flesh

shall I place hand to flesh
and feel the pulse of your life
as it draws me in,
a drumbeat,
sweet and fragrant, your very oils
toiling to tell me something
something primal and pertinent.
and pleasant,
like the first time I entered you.
or the first time I heard you call
my name in vain as you surrendered
to the purpose of my touch
when I traced your essence
with my tongue as tip of a brush,
marking territory for conquest
and surrender.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.