DESIRE by Connemara Wadsworth

Taking off

my clothes

piece by piece,

I turn to you,

unwrap my body,

feel you trace

its contours

with your fingers.

I am accustomed 

to covering,

what I now bare,

watch you waken

and wash me

with your eyes.

I feel the cloth

of your skin,

uncovered,
inviting me in,

feel your breath
warm in my ear.
I lean closer
into you, feel
your blood surge
as you hold me
and I echo
the beat pulling
on us as I wrap
my legs around you
and open as morning
glories do
when the sun
warms them.