Trembling hands make their way up bare skin
Gripping into hair, nails scratching
Steady breath pounds against my neck
Legs wrapped like strands of DNA
Always meant to be one
The softest, yet most demanding voice I’ve ever heard
It will convince me to jump
Fingers flared, inviting mine in
Pounding heartbeats, saying what we can’t
Your fingertips dance over my straps
Silently telling me to strip
And so I do
Even in the dark my hands find their way back to you
And your’s back to me, shaking and calloused
Making me fall in love before I could see the light