I Like Your Body When It Quivers
by Frank Watson
I like your body when it quivers,

Little murmurs floating.

I like your peaks and valleys,

Softly scented flavors.

I like the flutter of your lips,

Tiny openings—and closings.


Senseless, mindless exploration,
Feeling, thinking, moving,
Traveling through the senses,
There's more to say, but still:
I like the way you hold me tightly

When all is said and done.

All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2011