Skirting Around ;)

You have the ability to devastate,
it's not your fault that made my soul quake

No, it was the fissure 
at the nape of my spine that let you in,
a delicate tear at the hem of my skirt,
causing your eyes to unearth
the simple fabric covering me

I allowed you to wander
the golden valley of my thighs,
the indigenous regions
only known to lovers,
as if they were home
to your strange, beautiful hands