Just a peck

A silent touch made possible,
your erect hair against my skin,
the perfume floating as I inhale,
a taste of preparation.

My doughy eyed look blankets insecurities your lipstick shields I’m sure,
as toes touch, flush
and our bodies push
fingers blend like confiture.

The nape seems so sensitive; as I anoint my nose – you laugh,
eyelashes flicker,
brace
and slowly dance,
as we open up on three.

To get so close, we push away,
but as children grasp;
our hands are one,
as the see-saw tips us back from dreams,
mischievous exultation.

No game now left to play;
your breasts on my chest flatten,
you draw me close without a touch,
Do I say aloud I dreamt it happened?.

Lips feel like lips and tongue like tongue,
concentration, confidence, pleasure,
the mind a drum for our body’s rhythm
just hope I don’t feel the pressure.