‪They play. ‬
The fingers when they slip into your hands, snuggling gently into their warmth reminding why touch isn’t always a screen that turns bright with fever, yet never turns on.

They feel.
The fingers when they slide into the countless caresses rippling down your pretty head, only parting so gently to reveal the forehead glistening with sweat and love.

They tease
The fingers when they ski over your naked skin revealing the tender pores in the slow shiverings and infinitesimal bumps that raise their Lilliputian heads and come alive.

They sing
The fingers when they feel your flirty lips and the tongue looking to mate darts out, to speak of stories that lie hidden behind the brightest shades stroked to life with perfumed wax.

They mate
The fingers when they feel your shivering thighs and explore the depth of your love making you moan in disbelief, figuring out what makes you love who you love and spill it all over.

Life used to flow freely,
it used to be full to the brim.
It slept peacefully flowing through my veins.

But now it is awake,
and a fuming fire is born between us.
By the glance of an eye,
and the touch of lips.

he begets
fullness
of a tremor

steals a
touch
then it's lost

dew on blooms
gleam
dissolve

focused
vibration
passes

lips pause
barest
trace

kiss of
warm breeze
on still day

more sought
courted
met

frenzied tension
slowly rising
heralds

smiling dance
cells in naïve
cacophony

Addicted, I joke of my obsession
Obsessed? I laugh at it’s truth
Live life, move on, go on
It will come around, I know
One day this building will fall on top of me
Crumbling me under the rocks
But I am addicted to whats inside
I cannot let it go
The smell, the taste, the feel
Most of all.. The adrenaline.
It hits and holds, like a drug better than any other
No need for pills or syringes.
No smoke or bowl to pack
Just a mental addiction for physical pleasure
I cannot stop, I cannot stop, I cannot let go

you are like fire
with a light capable of consuming darkness and melting gold  
you are magnificent
so profoundly brilliant that you have secrets yet to be told
you are like magic
perfect to watch but forbidden to touch
constantly giving but never enough
your demise is inevitable
how can they not see
your tears mould your body leaving me with an infinite sting
you crackle in my ear
getting louder and louder as you consume those around you
swallowing us whole and spitting out merely a silhouette of who we are
I dare not touch you
though my desires burn bright I wil not
for you are like fire
our touch will be the end of me
I will not let you burn me
my eyes sting as I watch you
I watch you dance
in a flurry of emotions I watch you reach
longing to grasp onto something
Anything
Desperate to burn and consume
I watch as your flame grows
Yor colors transforming you into someone else
 I want to touch
To feel the sting
But I will not
I will not let you touch me
for your touch will be the end of me

she looked at me like i was important
.... like i mattered
and she touched me like i was fragile,
but had not yet been shattered
she kissed me with such passion
and handled me with such care
she spoke to me with much grace
and raked her fingers through my hair
she caressed my skin with her tongue
and graced my body with her lips
blessed my being with her touch
as she tiptoed to my hips
she ventured through my thighs
as she stared in my eyes
gave my body a surprise
she looked at me like i was important
her eyes said that i matter
as she looked in my soul
and took it shortly,
latter.

The hands of time
Count our endless moments.
The hands we hold
Energize love through touch.
The hands that give
Take away our torments.
The hands that heal
Can remedy so much.
The hands that bless
Bring grace upon our soul.
The hands that serve
Make sure we’re not alone.
The hands that write
Use words to make us whole.
The hands that love
Are the best hands to own.