Covered by the pinpricks of sunlight that pierced the shades
and under the watchful gaze of the cat
he kissed the inside of her wrist.
He then folded her arm back behind her, his lips
pressing the right side of her neck.
Finally, as her head turned away,
he slid down just above her left breast, his tongue tracing the path,
a glistening line left as fleeting evidence.
Slowly, deliberately, she arched her back,
belly exposed in a most intimate
manner.
He laughed softly as she moaned, his mouth obligingly
following the crease of her stomach to its final fold.
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux