Curiosity

I love who I love, however,
I want to explore the intricacies of another.
I want to roll my fingers over hips and ribs,
under the crease of breasts.
I want to see dimples in the small of the back,
shoulder blades, the spokes of spine.
I want to discover
what makes that body move in contortions of pleasure.
I want to hear the voice and feel the breath as whispers
"I want you" into my ear.
I want to know what those lips do against mine;
what that tongue does against mine;
the uses of that mouth over my body.
I want to go on an adventure,
rollicking through bedsheets,
smiling and moaning, with a stranger.