To Read Him

Oh,
How I love to read
All the secrets
He leaves
Upon his flesh
I ache
To learn him
With every touch
Every taste
He is
In these moments
The poem
I know
I will never write
Filled with
The unspoken words
Of carnal desires
And flesh fuelled delights
He is
Eloquence and beauty
So raw and alive
And I read and learn
With a fevered passion
As his body
Speaks to mine