Day 16: write a touch poem
The palm of your hand trace the curve of my waist over the roundness of my hip lightly stroking the heart of me during the night.
I stretch; sinking deeper into the comfort of you as my fingers soothe away the rough edges of your day. Knowing the touch of your skin to mine will cause us to feel better, rested from our day of stress.
Our love tackling the texture of the night with sweet dreams and nightmares to dare us to want more or less. To hold and handle our emotions in the dark, do we need to know what we want, if what we need is hands on?