For Melting...

Whitney:

In my online (OkCupid) wanderings, I spotted this-- a public submission from someone (a lady?) to a man who was designated as one of my matches... I was quite struck by this, imagined myself the recipient of such tender, touching, tension-creating words, and I commenced the requisite (involuntary) melting, and I relished the existence of this kind of pointed, raw, expression, and then... and then. I collected myself from myself-as-puddle in order to share.

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss, I like kissing this and that of you, I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

--E.E. Cummings