Under the Moon (map of touch)

Another poem from a sci fi and fantasy book I’m writing,

written completely in poetry.

Read the title poem here.

Tell me what do you think???

Map of Touch

Thick paint, down a whitewashed wall

Ever ceaseless, eternally warm
Like silk, after wet scratchy wool

Violent pleasure and abject calm
Map reading by exquisite touch

But no need to hasten or rush

Linger a little longer

Laze in the relative hush

The most sensitive thing
Those tips of receptive pleasure

Tracing an outline, finding a path
Sinking deep, sliding further

The first time his fingers

Navigated their track
And wandered a route

Down her long and naked back


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