Soft skin
Caressed by rough hands
All my senses flurry
White beauty of mine
hidden behind dirt and grime
a creamy tartar of decadence

Undulating and writhing
a cosmic display of euphoria
as graceful as conception itself
I find the good in the bad
and the bad oh so good

Two tiny hands wrapped in mine
the egotistical tango
as we dance our life away
consumed by our self

The tide of emotion
washes away
my pride and envy gone
replaced with humility and love
and skin so soft
it's almost intangible.