I have not loved
unlike any before
who have ever felt
her wisp of velvet

such touch
upon my skin
bringing shudders
even in the depths
of summer's
humid warmth

of which
caresses
she as tongue
to ear
her softness
reaching deepest
into my deepest deep

and with all
engagement
her thought embarks
as sails against a
darkest blue of sea

leaving me
standing
ever gazing
toward