Stretched out, long
Like a freshly waxed bow
Firm and ready to give
Arms above my head
Shoulders rolled back
Legs extended, tense
Toes pointed
My entire body
Pressed to you, to your body
And in my sleepy haze
Wondering how you knew to stretch out, too
Our bellies touching
Not the soft bellies of sitting up in bed
But the tight stretched out bellies
That, pressed together,
Make me want you even more
Not my breasts, nor my hips
And all that lies cradled there
But the navel, the bending point
From which our bodies arc in that delicious feeling
When I stretch against you
I feel us connected, physically
As if we're attached at the navel
And you are naturally mirrored in my sexual stretch
How does that happen.