“come here,”
you whisper
and I sink
into your skin
the steady beat
of my enthrallment
echoes softly
under my chin
I trace
your lips, your hips,
yearning shivers
under fingertips
at my ear,
a hushed
percussion
pulses
we are slow
dancing,
reverberating
under ribcages
your chest
knows my rhythm,
my body,
your murmuring drum
a measured thrum
we both succumb
to the cadence
and to the hum
