Summary:  A moment during which the boys combine Jim's love of touch and massage, with Spock's love of cinnamon.  Slow and tactile.

Disclaimer:  Fan fiction only, not for monetary profit.  Characters owned by Paramount et al.  No infringement intended.  Do not read if m/m sex offends you, or if you are underage.  My kid's don't know I write this.  And probably never will.

Not Beta'ed, and it surely should have been. Thanks however to the lovely T'len for chats,  fun and inspiration.  And dedicated to Greywolf, for hours and hours of wonderfully lusty reading - THANKS!

Author's Note:  I write *so* slowly, and have been impatient to finish something.  A few K/S stories are bubbling away, but I just can't wait, so decided to post a poem instead.  Have never written slash before, let alone released anything, so I hope it's not too green.  Feedback would be welcome, ng or email. Recommend reading this *very* slowly, and visually.  ;-) 
 

slipping and sliding his hand over flesh
now gliding, now grasping
lush and full
warm and smooth
traces a finger along
long way
under the chin
throat 
palm across chest
squeezing
caressing
thumb over nipple
again
again
again
down the middle channel
one finger
two
palm along the side
under ribs
kneading, smoothing, caressing
hip
fingers digging
thumb moving back
and forth
and back
and
hand skimming
thighs
trembling, warm
glistening thighs
a groan
light reflecting on golden skin
shiny oily oh so beautiful
skin
fragrance
of hay 
sun
stars
cinnamon
fingers gliding
up
under
in
groans
soft breath
penis twitching
throbbing
breath
groan
tongue
lapping
gentle, slow
fingers
pushing
reaching
caressing warmth
so tight
so good
mouth engulfing
sliding up and down
over and over
fingers
mouth
hips
thrusting
groaning
pushing
sucking
pushing
coming
coming
coming

breath

sigh

breath

smile
slow
langorous
lazy satisfied smile,
answered

lights
on golden skin
and olive.