I Shall Place My Palms

I shall place my palms
like mist
upon your cheeks
while I kiss
as if in prayer
your eyes,
while I worship
with my lips
your lips
the hollow of your neck,
your longing arms,
and then the dance
your nipples make
within my mouth;
and you will say a yes
a yes
oh god
while I travel firelight and flames
in swirling fingerings
along your spine.
And I shall trace
with my slow hand and tongue
the heat arising in
the growing grace,
between your thighs.
And you, then, liquid, wet,
wild eyed
and stammering, will
cry to me my name
and cry to me my name
and cry out helplessly
my name.