I don’t really know you

Where you came from

where your footsteps

took you before

The tears and hurt

the guilt

the shame

the fears that weigh

heavy to your core

Your lows

your highs

even your name

But it doesn’t really matter

it’s all part of life’s mysterious game

~

As I lay my hands and lips upon

your canvas of aching nakedness

with my hunger wanting

I press my fingers into your palate

painting tender

curlicues with subtle strokes

My hungry eyes tracing

each line and curve

My tongue tracing your passions ink

as quivers quake

I pause

Before the nipping of twilight lust

as I ebb flow 

Pushing relentlessly on

to paradise