He touched her breasts

And whispered

He likes them

And can’t figure out

If to nibble at them

As fruits

In his breakfast bowl

Or smell them

As flowers

In a wild forest.

She held his face

In her warm palms

She kissed his forehead

And then brushed his nose

With her dry parted lips

She gulped her heart

Back into her chest

Her eyelids

Closing in on her

She whispered back

Into his ears,

‘How about both?

Oh dearest!’.