The Art of Feeling

The art of feeling,
Not the art of expressing,
Is what I dare to say
I own.

Your fingers inside me,
Not your lips pressed to mine,
Is what I dare to say
I want.

I never demand anything from you
Although I secretly hope you will,
Sooner or later
(I hope sooner than later),
Dare…

Please dare to want me
I am all ready for you.

I stare at you,
At the back of your neck
Where I imagine
To leave a wet mark
With my tongue’s touch.

I imagine
Tasting the saltiness
Of your skin’s sweat
Under the open sky
Against the sun.

I want you to love me
In a hot summer day
In the afternoon
Deep inside of me
Where the whole world lies for you to uncover.