Trembling hands trace
The roughness of your face.
Across your eyes
Bluer than skies.

Trembling lips
Slide over the dips
Curves of my hips
Your trembling lips.

Across my breast
Your ardent breath
Trembling hands
Trembling lips
Over the dips, across my hips
Through my hair
Do you dare?

Trembling hands trace
The roughness of your face.
I want to feel
I wish you were real.