Skin on skin,

The feeling of touch;

No need to see the hands.

Finger pads sliding across the skin surface,

Wavering breathing,

Wrinkled t-shirts on the side of the bed;

Silk sheets are tides

In which both are sinking.

A glance at your lips;

Our eyes meet.

And my heart stops beating.


A small fragile thing,

Only one light breath can make you fade.

Yet, I see the devils dancing

In your warm-colored eyes.

I shouldn’t come close

To your weak fire;

You’re like a magnet

For my trembling fingers.

I want to feel the smooth bloom

And keep it alive,

But any touch can ruin

The perfect surface.

Every glance

Makes my eyes sting.

The flare has already

Damaged my skin;

I can’t turn away.

It’s a mistake, I know that

Your mind is playing

With my submissive heart;

But my fissured body

Will keep on longing for the deadly touch,

That will bring the end to both.