How I feel (2)

My skin is soft, apparently
unexpectedly so

(was he expecting scales?)

His hand was on my neck
when he said that

(just before my legs
- quite of their own accord -
wrapped themselves
round his waist)

Oh
(he said)

and his eyes
and his face
did that thing
that men's eyes and faces do

when you know they're lost
and can't help themselves

and you know they'd do anything
say anything
if only . . .