Contours

When I lay long-side to my love 

the slow glide of my hand traveled terrain 

applying lotion to warm curving flesh 

unencumbered by black bikini ties

When I lay long-side to my love

When head on my hand I looked in her eyes

elbow propped in sand my hand inner thigh

she soon was above me her head framed by the sky

as the slow slide of my hands traveled terrain

When I lay long-side to my love

Richard M Russell  Dick Russell

                             2023