Nimble fingers glide
over tan, slightly weathered skin,
playing connect-the-dots
with the little moles on my forearms

and I feel so alive;
your touch tickles and teases
lips, eyelids, scalp

until my entire body buzzes
with energy and there are no longer
any boundaries between us, no limits—
two powerful spheres of heat
moving in the same circular path.


Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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