Looking at her, it’s the strange parts of her body that you crave;
You know her lips are perfect
full fat and moist
her tongue soft and probing
but it’s the back of her wrist
you crave to kiss
You long for her ankles
and the backs of her knees

the arch of her foot, 

     because these 

belong to you.
The world can lust
her breasts
her ass
her eyes--
but only you know
the treasure that's found
in the thin
wrinkled
skin
of her inner elbow