Rub Down

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.

Lavishing attention,
mounds of flesh otherwise hidden
are carefully caressed,
gently teased;
with pinpricks of sensation
leaving it flushed and tickled pink.

Silky-soft,
warmed by the thorough rub down,
the sandman enters and finds me
...good enough to eat.

stephie

8.17.05