The blanket

Its four corners aroused,
Lifted with my vibrant finger,
Touching her.
An octopus would be jealous.
Your fluidity of movement above me.
I watched it begin as your navel muscle contracted.
Affected and spinning,
I place you on my finger,
I’m so happy you are extending.
Four corners split and separate.
I am beneath you.
Keep spinning, but only slowly.
Gyrate, suppress, gyrate.
I am beneath you carried away;
Carried away.
My arm extended, I balance you on my finger
I feel the small grooves and knits,
I feel it all.

Passing on top of my index receiver.

I’m so glad to see this finally come
The down pour I’ve been waiting for.