The touch of softness
is a caress
Is it pleasant as bliss
Or as bitter as it tastes
The hand is flat
As the object is straight
The curve of the body
As steep as the mountain
The words as delicate
as the point of a needle
Patterns intricately weaved
The flesh beneath revealed
Chaos
Tranquility
Liveliness
Love
Death
Infinite pleasure

Written by:  Jennifer/Niyahlove all rights reserved