tenderness

does not touch
 his hand hovers
 above the raised hairs
 of her warm skin

 his palm feels the warm
 radiating from her curves
 as his hand moves
 always at the same height
 over her radiating skin

 she sighs at the faint gust
 as his hands move the air
 above her naked flesh

 ****

 he puts his lips together
 and slowly breathes
 along her undulations
 watches her sinews
 lift and fall with each
 exhalation and shudder
 as he inhales her heat

 his breath follows
 her contours never
 gathering in squalls
 or crosswinds never
 more than a wisp
 easing aside tapers
 of grass and young
 slivers of dew drench

 ******

 before they touch
 her flesh heat lifts scents
 of musk, sandalwood,
 rose, cinnamon
 and cardomom
 she inhales his black
 pepper and liquorice
 allows the spice
 as if she is a lit
 candle burning
 his fragrance into air

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