Loving You 

I trace the curves of you
   With my finger tips,
   Soft, teasing, tickling,
   Amazed at the reactions
   I stroke out of you.

   I hear your quick intake
   Of breath as I 
   Locate all the sensitive places,
   I hear you call out my name
   And my spirit rejoices.

   I hold you tight
   As you shudder,
   Warm, wet, alive
   In my hands,
   Clinging to me.

   And all I can think of
   As we drift off to sleep,
   Exhausted by each other,
   By hands, lips and tongues,
   Is that I love you.