You stopped me in the middle of what I was doing,

just to put your hands on my bicep,

to further explore the muscles you'd been viewing.

Your hands would squeeze and fingers trace,

all while you had that sweetly curious

fascinated cute look upon your face.

Small kisses on my shoulder blade,

playful you had become,

then one last kiss

on the curve of my muscle you gave.

You've departed now for bed,

and I'll follow you there soon,

just these few words I wanted to write

of this small treasured memory in my head.

Touch my muscles when you like

and explore my strength just as you might,

but just know always most importantly,

that you have touched heart;

touched my heart with who you are.