Undressing,
he watches me intently
as the layers slowly slip off.
Baring all,
he doesn’t criticize my flaws,
the scars on my exposed flesh.
Embracing,
he is entranced by my vulnerability,
pulling me into his comforting arms.
Inhaled,
he breathes in my essence,
an aroma he could never resist.
Puckering,
his lips meet my wrinkled fingers,
since saturated in black ink.
Absorbed,
he listens to each escaping gasp,
as my soul drenches the sheet.
Pleased,
I wait patiently until he returns,
but confident of our reunion.