Sensual. I kneel mid-crow pose, devoted solely to you.
Sensual. Publicly a knot-work artist; privately I chart your pulse bare.
Sensual. Borrowing your stillness like it's stolen treasure.
Sensual. Salt-brined skin you get to claim.
Sensual. Steam-soft voice, iron-sure hands in her jasmine oil
Sensual. Coiled grip owns the exhale you're holding.
Sensual. The rehearsal partner who keeps adjusting your grip.
Sensual. Keeps your wrist-bone tucked under her leotard strap.
Sensual. Before the last client leaves and I lose my nerve.
Sensual. Runs two fingers over his bottom lip before every take.