To touch. To taste. To electrify.
If not for this, what should I want?
Gentle hands, soft warm eyes.
The smell of skin, a connecting bind.
Two as one, breathing, clinging.
Soft voice touching my ear,
Only the sound of breathing—what I hear.
Sensation exploding, scaling boundaries
I long for skin to sooth my madness.
Reaching climax, anticipation grows.
Getting what I want, until I open my eyes.