Sonnet 52 – Fascination

I am fascinated by the small of
your back.  You’re not surprised, of course, but you’re
not disappointed, either.  I do love
the way you are made: fine, fair flesh and pure

pleasure to the touch.  You lie quietly
on your stomach, lovely hair hiding an
equally lovely face.  Gently, I lie
on the back of your thighs while one warm hand

slides up the length of your neck, fingers now
laced in your hair.  My lips and tongue and teeth
begin to explore you, to best learn how
to make you mad and mine.  Writhing beneath

me, you free yourself and shove me roughly
back and down, then rise above me, lovely.