The Younger Lover Poem by Amy Sutton

I trace new lines
Over untouched skin,
Tantalisingly slow,
And smile
As your breath catches.

Rediscovering your face
And neck
And arms –
Any exposed skin.
Studying form and texture
Anew.

Always aware
Of your inexperience
In your fumbling hands
And misplaced kisses,
But

Your sheer wonder
Is so endearing,
And the flutter of your eyelids
As you curve into my touch
Is intoxicating.
God, don't apologise,
Your enjoyment is all I need.