Connect the Spots

I know that your eyes

Trace the curve of her lips

You dwell on the lingering of her fingertips

As they trace; neck, arms, hips

So many ways that she may feel right

She knows how to hold you, to comfort your fears

What to say right in that precipitous moment your eyes filled with tears

And need but a blink to spill

You sigh a little deeper

I recognize the sound,

Of inhibition growing weaker

What’s a little bit of a little bad idea

When we’re already in such pain?

I do, specifically,

Believe in the pursuit

Measured pressure

Too hot?

While it gets heavier…

But I don’t believe in taboo

But are you uncomfortable,

Is this okay with you?

I can move it slower

More slowly

Take it down a little

Back to how it was

How we were in slow motion

I could still hear it,

In the morning lights hold sounds

I'm still paying the debt of a sinner;

And yet

I am still not sorry