it's a nightly ritual---
smoothing cocoa butter over newly-bathed skin.
Quivering with each stroke,
calculated sweeps from knowing palms
spread sticky warmth
like a hundred tiny fingers
dancing, briefly passing
but lingering on pleasure spots.
mounds of flesh otherwise hidden
are carefully caressed,
with pinpricks of sensation
leaving it flushed and tickled pink.
warmed by the thorough rub down,
the sandman enters and finds me
...good enough to eat.
Posted by Stephie Cruz at 12:56 PM