MeMotion

Motions on my mind tonight.

The falling of a tender knuckle
slow-skipping backward
the lightest friction-tip connection,
brings you heat
dragging your words of halting caution
down to the floor where they keep company
with your fallen panties.

Tiny swirls of a pointed tongue
around the alerted nipple- startled stiff
while your two soft hands furrow
rows of my thick hair, over and over
while you bite the corner of your smiling lips.

Deliberate and enticing, your dainty foot skims up my calf
soft toes and sharp nails pointed upward and I arising
hot skin to hot skin, sweat mixing with sweat
beading up and falling away to the ground
unnoticed, the first drops of a torrent as of yet,
unleashed.

Tingling and throbbing the muscles within us yearn
For the give and take of motions
the scintillation of the eye's white under the spell of
the clench, the flow, the crescendo, the ebb, the embrace-
the arms held tight to keep the memory close to the heart.