The Palm of your hand

Open your palm
feel me touch each finger
matching the tips with mine
in total silence
the pulse of us
mixing
heat of wanting more
gathering, pulling
need
in the tip of a finger
the rest of the world is gone

Open your palm
feel me roll down my fingers to match yours
every movement a caress
so gentle but so strong
our palms touch
and stay
in total silence
My hand to yours
radiating acceptance
the rest of the world is gone

Open your palm
feel me cover you
hot rhythmic vibration
washing over you in salt
in pure desire
look now into my eyes
I am yours
open and ready
the rest of the world is gone

Open your palm
Everything is here
in the palm of your hand