Sometimes I think about your touch and my mind splinters into a rush,
The lush softness of your skin makes the liquids within the boil
The electricity I feel when you grace my back with your fingertips
And feel your hesitation in every digit
that trickles through your pores into your fibers.
That’s when I know,
That you feel the passion that I do,
Lust is a drug that forces us to act on pure instinct,
Instinct that transforms into meticulous
skin grabbing and lovemaking that
shakes mountains and tears rain clouds in half
The mass of pure passion in this action places
me into the abyss that makes me wonder
about the very different things I can do with your body,
Falling slowly but fast at the same time
Over and over the sublime feeling of your skin
touching mine puts me into a
purgatory I never wish to leave.
It’s like fire that adapts to my body, and ice that I can slip Into.
Every time we come in proximity our bodies shake,
and the only stop when we clash and
make music by soothing each other’s complicated mass.