A special sense of sensuality,
A feeling nothing else really gives
Of something no one else notices.
The amorous curves
Rise and fall,
Sway this way- that.
All breeding an intense admiration,
Akin to an adoration.
The tingling sensation starting in the soles of my feet
The tentativeness of a virgin
Reaching a hand towards the darkness.
Not too fast,
Don’t be too gentle…
But for heaven’s sake, be gentle!
At last reaching down to brush my fingertips
against the seemingly smooth surface,
like touching a black widow;
a wrong move or unwatchful eye
could be the death of me.
After the first few loves, you begin to have standards.
No longer will anything do,
Only some will start that tingle in your feet,
While others cause a rough ache and a flinch.
Driving along, when I see one I wish I had,
My hands grip the wheel a little hard,
Gritted teeth and a long exhale.
That vibration that fills my car,
But always starts at my feet.