Spiralings of Touchings

We play gleefully with our root sensations, in

finding mirthful flight made

a soothing of delight

and, the

soaring of our pagan souls.

We venture ourselves, full irreverently, in

pleasure lit corridors molded

as moist latex contourings

of

slick, wet elastic velcro;

And yes too, most reverentially, in

sanctuary gifted as a viscous communing

created of silky soft coverings

and

warm, dewy velveteen blanketing.