Your hand on me, in me,
Your skin ‘neath my fingertips,
Exploring the contours, the curves,
The dips and hollows.
Your kiss on my head,
On my arm, on my back,
The way you tesselate yourself into my back,
Encircling me, possessing me.
How you talk, and how I listen.
The way that your voice glides over me,
Winding and flowing around us,
Binding us like a charm.
Unknown and yet familiar.
Strange and yet so natural.
First of many.