Moan Again

I was so
busy fielding
your emotional input
and figuring out
how to handle
your insinuations
and innuendos
that I plumb forgot
to look at how you look.

Would you mind
getting naked again
and letting me
see what it was I missed
while I was concentrating so
on the depth of your thoughts,
the balance of your emotions,
and the centered sense
that there is more
to you than only
this
a loving host
or warm
and wetness?

Only, this,
I do not
want to miss
again
the granularity      
of your face,
the smoothness
that is whisked
by every tress
and vacuole,
the solely soft
sensation
and singularity
of your skin,
as it evokes
the whispers
of your joy.

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