as you peel back modesty's curtain

and let me peak through fuzzy pixels

your fresh taut skin

as it rises from your toes through your tummy and out your arms

snaps its elastic lure over gray matter

 

i gaze, weak kneed and arrested

swallowing each image with liquid strokes

lathering soapy mind-lust into a thick soft foam

 

and i want to see every inch

my eyes walk from pore to pore

and my moans are interupted by whimpers

 

how i wish you could hear each quivering breath

climbing up my esophagus

reaching through my teeth for its own gaze

as each stroke moves my eye one pore notch at a time