Temporary Blemishes

Oh’ my word, how I loved the feel
of that smooth,
yet still, undulating ridge between
my fingertips and thumb ..
And how indeed, I used to love
the tastes of salt 
and cotton, on my very hungry,
swollen tongue ..
And even now, I can distinctly
recall, how I would trace
ever so slow, across the subtle
curves of those already
deliciously fading indentations ..
Yes those, left upon
the flat of her belly for only a few
brief moments when,
she first slipped out of her panties ..