It was something,
the way she felt
under pressure,
the way her skin moved
with intensity,

And she could
get it going,
in every direction
at once,
making me shutter,
stir like soft milk
in nothing but
the full moon-light.

Vulnerability is a turn on.

And I’m swimming again,
reacting without caution,
shaking in ways
I’ve read about
in other peoples books.

But this one is mine
well written,
and it’s just getting good.