My heart races
from a single touch.
The mere grazing of
my fingertips on yours.
I crave more but
this is enough.

My spine shivers
when you tickle my back.
Trails of fireworks are left behind by
your hands exploring my body.
I want those tingles elsewhere but
this is enough.

You've touched my soul in ways
that no one has before.
Sometimes
less is more.
And I'm scared because
this is enough.