This is the second and the last poem I read in today's reading. I hope the children in the crowd covered their ears with their hands. Thanks to my friend Karen Davila of ABS-CBN fpr this photo, which she put in her Twitter account. Other twitter messages called my poems "naughty" and "sexy. az in." Hmmmm. I just woke up the afternoon crowd because I didn't want them to think that poems always need to be serious. Or boring. ;-)
I don't know what it is about your fingers
that caress my skin with a touch
like breath warm and urgent in the lobes
of my ears.
I don't know what it is about your lips
that kiss my nose, my face, and nuzzle
my neck, awakening the pores of my skin,
leaving them humming.
I don't know what it is about your tongue
that slides sinuously down my body, waking up
nipples from their deep sleep, making the navel
pout with envy as your lips reach the silk of my thighs.
I don't know what it is about your voice
that begins as a whisper into my ear, turning
into grunts of delight as I light fires under your skin,
blossoming into moans as your mouth opens and your eyes close,
As I trace your jawline with my fingers and tell you how much
I love you.