an i tremble
how can one describe a softness
tension under these fingertips
pure essence,
warm smoke divine
a texture only skin shall give
sweltering blood red temp
sweet butter hot with sin
a dream so real in my hands
to caress...
to touch...
this thrill along my nerves
of everything so alive
as my lips descend to simply taste
again... yet again...
and i lost in madness
simple softness creates
and you with that look what says ... hurry...
hard...
as i feel this tremble within
my own needs in check
horses held just...
committed to stampede
....
yet will i hold off a little longer
and bathe in this simple sense
softness of your skin does bring