body talk

my shoulders were bare

sharing the space

mirrors on the ceiling

music in my ears

my sense of trust

cupped in your hands

gently used





I sat down

straight, like to measure

the transparent plastic chair

angles of my head, tweaked

so you can work on it


the door to my core was opened

I've never heard of the action of vulnerability 


being practised


but you were there between the lines

to witness

my zones of different planes

whilst working on me

just so you can work on it



my weakness exposed

touch me

she said once


touch me

she said again

a musk built in the air

feels like I want to be devoured

somewhere, somehow

pulses sent

from the tips of your fingers

your raw frustrations

your offbeat gestures

my humming of tunes

my eyes, with your reflection




she tingled

begged to be touched

while you stood there

gazing, quietly

aroused