sometimes the idea comes 
before the words 
            it’s like my hand on your inner thigh
Anticipation
            breath inhaled and held
            eyes roll back and exhale
            how do I navigate the beauty I see?
Delicate
	precision
        is almost demanded of me
        rise to the situation -or-
        let the situation expose the worst of you
        it’s like the same hand
Slithering
	higher
	higher
Expectation
	back relaxed and ready
Show me how the eagle spreads its wings

by Alexander Jensen