Curious

Your fingers are music that plays gently upon my skin; a lyrical tongue that tastes and teases, tempts and pleases…the water is falling, my body is wet. Your eyes peer deeper into me, to the little dark places where bare parts of me hide; disguised by years, untouched and shy. Carefully they are coaxed. Gently, they are held, as times slips with an ease so rare. I am shocked by the comfort, curious and still…a breath that is bated; a memory near.