Feminine sexuality is explored through the microscope of passionate and raw poetry - a poignant reminder that we are allowed to enjoy basic urges without going blind.

He didn't have to touch her

to know her thighs were as smooth

as the hour long.

He didn't have to feel her skin,

to know his grasp would slip

in his hands

holding her firmly

he needed only,

to stroke her hair once,

its length longer than his fingers

wanting the nape of her neck,

he knew her.