I keep my eyes on our reflection. I watch you touch me;
I watch me touch me better. I am in love with my hands.
The arch of my back is a crescent moon. You are the sky
I slice through to shine. Orgasm is insanity, a dark-haired girl. I know her from somewhere.
Her eyes are my reflection. Delicious.
I keep my eyes on the flutter under your eyelids, the shifting clouds
of consciousness; our reflection is behind me and beneath me, now,
my back is straight. I slip into myself. I watch my steps.
I am in love with my feet. The sky is ribbons.
For Izy's "waiting" prompt at Real Toads