hands discovering planes and valleys hoping they've never been touched with such audacity such intimacy but is anything a frontier anymore? maybe where lust and love intersect maybe at its vertex where teeth express hope on the napes of necks, nails carve sonnets along the lengths of writhing backs, hips ascertain exactly how legs can be affectionately splayed, arms perfect the tightest embrace and hair cannot help but be entangled in fingers signing "I love you"