Tracings
by FTS Miles
Some tracings sing,
Hot breath lips tongue
On neck sliding south...
Some caresses burn,
Fingers nails clawing,
Taut with body rush.
Some kisses birth
A moan, a gasp,
A shiver through
The soul.
And in this twilight hour
As you come to me at last,
I wonder what fire
Your embrace shall incite
Tonight....