Limbs by Sara Potter

Limbs

Out of the skyline they rise.

Bare branches like arms reaching out trying to touch limb to limb.

Yearning to no longer be bare like the skin on my chest.

The wind causes swaying of branches wrapping around each other like an arm around my waist.

Hands and fingers intertwined, caressing.

The pulsing, pushing, pulling.

Of gliding and rocking, of catching waves and riding along the ebb and flow of the ocean.

Pausing in moments.

Allowing the lingering of sensations, of hands in wild hair, of a mouth on bare skin

A limb reaching from behind sending shivers down my spine.

The warmth creeping from the bottom of my belly, waking an ache, rising, and falling.

Pull me into you now.

Dance with me to the rhythm the breaths and heart beats have created.