Eroticism is rarely done justice, even with as many plaintiff words one might carry for their defense. However, you have by far come closer to reeling in the most bountiful and tremendous joys a poet can ever have....
Seeing his work ripple through others as it does you.
Lovely little piece, it sent ripples quite marvelously.
Dance through innocent flesh...'
I felt a brief apprehension, through this words. It is the scourge of our delicateness that grabs most of my attention. The delivery of a blade cut, a paper cut, or burnt by searing heat presents to the mind a reserved, almost isolated sense of pain. Although, I did feel a little disappointed that it was so brief. Then again, that was your whole genius...it is meant to be savored only for the briefest moments.
I still want more....
Your piece has depth, the kind which seasoned palates truly appreciate its qualities.
Am astounded as well, I must say...you've carried yourself with quite the gait.
Impressionable word play,
hope to see more of this some time.