It's your naked eyes
that make women want to touch you --
their knowledge gently reaching into the center of everything.
I see your hands stroking the air,
shaping it into meaning,
Your smile slowly opening
softening into joy, thrusting into laughter.
I hear your private voice
richer than any public echoes of yourself.
I want to touch you
to fill you with my hunger
to take yours into me
into the depths of my being
where the thought of you has been held for so long,
to know myself and have you know yourself in me,
My mouth playing out its respects
upon your manhood, soon to enter me,
your tongue adoring me
as I open myself to you.
Flesh embodies soulful love.
The taste of you is sweet --
sweeter secrets --
I am the only one
who knows --
the taste of you --
sweet --
And still
it is your naked eyes
that make me want
to touch you.

by Karen Mitura