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touch
by Jim Benzyour body
glazed with rain
flares
naked by our forest bath
I dip a wash rag
in the red wheel barrow
camping basin
and soak it in steaming water
then squeeze it
at the base of your neck
gently
rivulets
flow
over your bare shoulders
stream
down your chest
over your groin
they shine
on your skin
which tingles
at the prowl
of my hands
softly
spreading
soap
over and beneath your breasts
about the curve of your hips
wandering finger tips
linger
within the inner quietude
of your thighs
your nakedness
and my breath quickens
inspired
by your soapy body, and my own
drawn near
as you slide around
wrapped in lathering arms
you sigh
slippery as fish
between laughs and a shudder
together
this is our rhythm
beside the wheel barrow basin
in these wild woods
my lips
kissing your neck
tenderly, a fire
is spawned by your eyes
a simmer
and a lush smile
then
we tumble
beneath rain clouds
beside the birch trees, dancing
on the soggy earth 07/28/2005 Author's Note: I've resurrected a stalled poem from last July - any suggestions or criticisms will be greatly appreciated.
Posted on 10/16/2005
Copyright © 2026 Jim Benz
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/16/05 at 08:06 PM Great Jim, senuality only enhanced by the nature around you. This is real outdoor recreation. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 10/18/05 at 04:15 PM Now there is a sudsy interlude to make the woods jealous. Your juxtaposition of sensuality and nature are superbly intertwined, among other things. Since you ask, IMHO, the words 'wash rag' and 'grion' seem somewhat raw and out of character. While they are quite descriptive, something more poetic in their place might give this delicate and romantic rendezvous more credence. Good stuff, Jim.
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