love

moonlight is sweet fairy dust on her tongue and eyelids
and between the soft sheets of innocent cotton,
she cradles herself.
an oxymoron altogether.
sports bra, emphasizing the power in her arms and the ripples in her shoulders
pulled tight across her top two abs
that clench deliciously in the dark.
pink checkered pants
slung low on her hips
and caught against her bone with a red string.
tiny hands skim her smooth skin
skating, sliding, cradling the curve of her belly.
hard muscle, softened
woman is curve, man is line
and as her fingers curl around her hips
thighs
ribs
stroke the tender ravine of her spine
then once again return the embrace of her hands flat
sliding toward each other
across her tummy
embracing