Through an open door I peak as you slip on your skirt
your flesh holding secrets whispered nervously in my ear
like toes touching under tangled cotton sheets
or subtle musks after a long ride your thighs flexing with each push
of a pedal.
Secrets Delicious, like the hardness of your cock in arousal
or the sweet softness
your belly my Safe Space.
warm and enveloping or
rough and commanding desires I freely meet
as I am helpless in your chest-hair refuge.
My favorite freckle
which sits on a nose
on a face that fills my entire being with relief to be