Sometimes

In the almost dark I reach out. Her hip. My fingers trace gentle circles atop the crest Before falling away To fuzz and more. I dare not go there. Not yet. Eager fingers slide slowly to her waist. She shifts position but sleeps on. I linger, back and forth Hip to breast. Dare I cup it? Touch the nipple? I do. She stirs but sleeps on. How is it she is here with me? Her impatient, but grateful lover. I do not know. I do not ask. I lift my hand from beneath the breast. Fingers butterfly touch the hip Then slowly, ever so slowly Slip down Into fuzz And beyond. She awakens and turns to me. In the almost dark, A shy smile. Sometimes I dream And hold her memory Tightly hidden within my heart.