Her touch was
A dangerous addiction
Soft like silk
Able to trace out
My lust and sin
In wild exhilaration
Forcing grateful
Moans of anticipation
From below my heart
And gut
Skin forced to turn
To throbbing rock
Boiling and seeping
Life like lava
Collecting at the mouth of
Serpentine shaped pleasure place
Smoothed by fingertips
And removed by
Dancing tounge
Eager to fall in place
Along this need
To gratify
My flesh and souls
Need of this obsession
To her touch
Able to turn from silk
To razor kiss
And carve and spell
Her name along my spine
And splice my chest
And cut through bone
To expose my heart
And poison blood
Right at the source
Causing my whole being
To tremble and ache
And want more
Of her beautiful temptation
I am without hope
Of shaking off
This gravitational pull
To be touched
By lip and flower
And fingertip
The anticipation
Of madness
And exhilaration
Has me gripped
Tightly to
This deathless lust
Of my addiction
To her
Every touch