A love song to your body.

I want to know your lips, the words they form, the way they move on mine.

I want to know your shoulders and the curve between them and your neck (my favourite refuge).

I want to know your hands. I want to know the length of your fingers, the way they flex, the hard fist you make and the gentle savagery of your grip on my skin.

I want to know your chest, your ribs, the harsh beating of your heart against my palm and the deep inhalations you take that push against my back.

I want to know your hips and the way they dip.

I want your feet and their warmth (my cold toes pressing into your ankles, your soft and muffled laughter).

I want to learn every part of you the way I am forced to study now as if I were to be given an examination in your anatomy.

I would do very well, of course.