1st Take

With heated fingertips
but palms cool not cold
I survey the smooth,
as well as, the bumps
and valleys.

Epidermal beneath
my gentle strokes
rise in temperature
and writhe in intent!

O, God, how I want in
Envelope You like
Flypaper – skin on skin.

2 celestial bodies
cascade then collide
and in a searing
exchange of fluids
and rediscovered lust
a white and black hole
in unbounded space
Explode
to become a single entity
of individuality
within
skin to skin
and in
Vibration.