Curly Toes

We were barely in the door

before

we were fumbling

with buttons and zippers

and belts;

a trail of discarded garments

leads to the bed.

Your touch awakens a fire in me.

Kissing, nipping, tasting,

we lie belly to belly,

skin against skin.

My toes curl and I shiver.

You turn me over within your arms

and kiss your way lower,

and lower

and inch by inch, steadily,

so slowly,

you make me melt.

© Ellie Maziekien

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