I wake up to the soft touch your hands around my waist.
Every inch of your carefully crafted fingers
Kissing me good morning along the coastline of my uncharted hips.
Caressing me underneath satin sheets.
Each bead threaded finger traveling between the peninsulas of hipbones
like the fingertips of a young boy yearning to hold but fearful to touch.
Respectful of my limits, yet unwilling to let go.