Shape of Things to Come

Shapes, angles and curves, sharp and jutting, Edgy like the blades of her shoulders, the knob of her ankle and the bones of her collar under skin thin and tight. Round swell to hip, swooped into perfect valley for resting my head, or turned and rounder still to another place to rest my cheek to cheek. Did you know that if you make two fists, with only index fingers outstretched, and you stand her there after you have undressed her and you slide them up her thighs, both sides into that wonderful place, that radius where it's no longer her leg but it fits your fingers........you can lift her into thin air with just those two fingers, make her soar, and hold her there. And if you can keep them there, resist the nearly overwhelming temptation to move them toward each other, find her, get lost in her......if you can just stay there and look into her eyes.......you can make her yours. I mean all yours.