Between Lovers

A crown of incisors and canines

Sink beneath a tender weave, inviting at once

A warm flush and irresistible chill

To every tip, through every fibre

With buds that press and prospect sultry depths and spiral folds.

A luscious melt of deep swells and contractions,

Wringing, venting through porous satin

Awash with flood-like intensity,

Tightening the call of inexplicable need.

Walls mould and squeeze, in mutual exploration;

Every inch a primal revelation, reaffirmation.

Print whorls trace a path

To the anchor, mast and sail of one’s soul

Only true love knows.