If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Feel the thick coat of warmth,

Feel the pulse of love,

Treasure my insides like a silkmoth.

Curl right there, dove.

Move with my shy breaths,

Squeeze my love nerves,

Can you sense the heave of my breasts?

While your eyes finger the water of my curves.

Quicker now, my heart paces.

The thudding of your love awakens.

You curl more and apply the right pressure.

I’m undone below you,

and you part me like a thresher.