Skin
An initiated contact
transmission of radiant pulsars travel within
this external blanket of melanin
parallel to that which is
your skin
I long for more
I long for yours
the frictional sensation
exuberated
through this exchangement
of touch
external reaction of
our inner lust
your skin
is what i’m enveloped in
what I yearn for
what my heart burns for
the cooling engagement
with your skin
endless arrangements
I would love to begin
The warmth of your blanket
eliminates all fear.
tugging of surfaces
tectonics of our own lithosphere
sending emotions into the stratosphere
higher than I can feel
ironic since we started on cloud nine
of which surrounding clouds were entwined
into that which is your skin
a softness unreal
your skin is what i’m enveloped in