Touch, taste:
Electricity, sugar
It's wholesome,
Filling,
But creates a void
That won't fill
With anything else
The taste, the taste
Of the air,
As we both breathed
Heavy sighs
Honey dripping
From chapped lips
And small sparks
Covering every inch of skin
Every inch of skin,
All firm, warm,
Tangible,
Safe
The body is safe
Because it's real.
I can't question
Your presence
When your skin is touching mine
And sending warm
White
Tendrils of thrill
Through my core
Ignite me
And make everything else
Disappear
Wrapped up in your warmth
Let the rest of the world
Wash off,
And saturate my skin
With you,
My lips with you,
My mind with you,
My heart
Still aches
For you
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