part 1

I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me ..." 

Her words loosely protest, weakly, but her body acquiesces, complies, assents, to the first slow kiss, lips pressing warm fabric, and her body is limp without opposition. Into the skin of the neck and the intricate topography as it sinks into her breasts. Her hands like a comb through my hair until it's pulled tight and my head is pressed down hard and I am aware, so aware of skin and temperature. Fingers fumble buttons free and peel back clothes. Flesh is a sea. I lift her arms and she sighs, her naked stomach rises and falls, trembles apprehensive desire. I step back and watch her breathing there, on the bed, eyes closed and waiting. I want to understand her forms, learn her triggers, detonate.