Night Dance

I reach for you, eyes closed - for the seen cannot speak as well as these fingertips. Our senses are dipping birds, each sip, a speech of sensuality that opens our blossoming skins. I round you with my hips and arms, you turn me, gather me into your awakening flesh. How like a sweet fruit you are, your succulence a spell that binds me drunkenly to your aroma. Plummet me my love, let your fingernails rake every thirsting need. I am the lick for your hurts, you the claws for my blood. Together we dance for the dark, entwined as vines in this blindfolding night.