The human body can bend and twist to fit any shape.
My leg between yours,
my arms crossed and pressed between our chests,
X marks the spot of our unearthed love.
Your left arm snakes under the space
between my neck and the bed
leaving your left hand to lay on my shoulder,
fingers idly rubbing whatever bare flesh it finds.
Your right hand has a hold of my hip,
a delicious ownership.
Then the piece de resistance!
My head resting
on your left shoulder, my lips barely
touching your pulse,
making every breath a loving caress.
Your head resting
on my temple while your nose is buried in my hair,
and with each inhale I become a larger part of you.
Still, we adjust, we squirm: I cant fully breathe,
your arm falls dead asleep,
we both choke on hair.
But then, I move a bit here, you move a bit there and we find
a position that just fits.
The human body can bend and twist to fit any shape,
giving us the ability to touch souls.