Give Into Our Sinful Skin

A thousand thoughts spoken without words

A touch like fire

shredding my inhibitions

your scent is on my

saturated, sinful skin.

Every trail of fingers

causes the sounds

of the outside world,

to fade into a whisper.

While my mind gives

into intentional grazes.

Eyelids heavy with lust,

flickering down,

then up into yours.

A thousand thoughts

spoken without a word

uttered between us.

Desire laden, languished,

our need will burn

us alive from the

inside out.

It’s deliciously divine,

an absolute destruction.

I can’t catch my breath,

grasping to grip self,

as the vivid colors

bleed into this

black and white vision.

Will we rise from

our ashes

like a phoenix?

A creature created

from a poignant passion.

Or, risk being

taken by the

pull of the wistful,

wandering wind.