knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,

  • Mood:

Poem: Can't Sleep

He brushed her skin
as she lay there on the futon,
naked in the warm summer night,
her clefts and curves
dressed only in shadows,
her scent wrapping around him,
calling him,
every bit as much
as the sleek rise and fall
of her breathing,
and the beating of her heart.
He let his hand, strong, calloused, claw-tipped
seek out the curve of her arm
with a surprisingly delicate touch,
run along the line of her shoulder,
cup the round softness of her hip.

His white ear twitched
as she gasped a little
as his fingers left her hip
to follow the vee along her pelvis
cupping the warm nest of curls
hidden in their shadow just for a moment,
trailing up,
circling the sweet cup of her navel,
ending at last
with the weight of her breast
laying heavily in his hand.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked,
resting her hand on his.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” he replied,
planting a line of butterfly kisses
warm, wet,
and full of promise
from her ear to her shoulder

Rolling over,
she kissed him on the nose
and laughed.
Tags: poem

  • Cooking Meme

    Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don’t use, strike through the ones you have had but got…

  • And a quiz! Just because!

    You Scored as Babylon 5 (Babylon 5) The universe is erupting into war and your government picks…

  • Meme, meme, meme

    Taking a short break from torturing my characters, I snagged this meme. I thought I would shock everybody left who reads my journal on LJ and…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded