I caress your naked back
with a sweating palm.
I run my longing fingers
along your delicate spine.
I count your nodding vertebrate
in my head.
And I kiss each of them,
as I move closer
to you
in
bed.
I know your naked body
too well
by now,
all
too well,
all too well.
Every bone.
Every crevasse.
And I have experienced
so
well
the sensuous pleasures
that you exude.
And I know
all
there is to know
about your
changing moods,
your bouts,
your spells.
Your spells.
Hell.
I know you
all
too well by now,
all too
well.