Quiver

A little tremble
Under my fingertips

Not quite a shiver

But it grows as I trace
patterns on your bare skin

Tracing towards
all the places that make you sigh

But not touching them

Yet

The tremble follows
Building as I explore
Drawing on your canvas
with the ink of touch

Sigh

The softest breath
escapes your lips
as I finally touch
where you want me to

S T R E T C H

Undulate

A most fantastic instrument
that I am learning to play

Arching

Singing your song
The one with no words
The purest sounds
of pleasure

Quiver

But no rest
as I restart my exploration
Of the wonder that is

You

Question of the Day

What is the question you ask yourself most often?

( My answer )