When we lie together
our bodies cannot lie,
between the silence of our skins
our bodies speak softly, volubly,
what quiet pleasure flows
from this epidermal electricity,
mute with satisfaction
my nerve tendrils sing
a choir of sensation blossoming
in the choral chambers
of your delicious curves.
Do you sing too
in joyous fibre of muscle and bone
stretched taut to touch
anticipation
beneath the satin smoothness
of our skin connection?
The mind plays tricks
but the skin's truth
is the topography of our togetherness.
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