softly on her belly
he painted waves then
circles by touch

her aura was magnetic,
mesmeric. He breathed softly
on the offer of tensed neck
                                the slightest thought
                                down there,
                                precognition, imparted by
                                her  mother

The will of his hand
                   wandered south.
She gentled it back to her roundness and
patted it now there with named fingers.

If she would face him
his blood willed it
and wishing

It didn’t happen.

Maybe tomorrow 
wasn’t said.

He would act asleep now

Not knowing
her heartbeat had

                                     her pupils wide
                                           and smile