Touch - Poem by Allison Barnett
never ever have i known anything like this.
it is like magic,
the way his hands hold me,
as if they are parched, and must drink of my skin
the feel of his questing lips as they search.
i know not for what,
but whatever it is, it is found.
my lips, my jaw, my neck.
he inhales, as if my perfume is his oxygen,
winding his fingers through my curls
he secures me,
but in the softest way possible.
we are bare, and an inch of air
seperates our scorching forms.
finally, we connect, and the warmth surrounds me,
cradling me close yet filling me with a burning passion
that consumes my body in flames.
the fire in his eyes is wild
leaping and snapping, flickering back and forth
it strikes fear and awe into my mind.
i am afraid it might burn me,
but the raw beauty and emotion drags me in,
hypnotizing my senses until they are blended with his.
suddenly my lungs expand,
taking the breath long forgotten.
he sees this movement as passion,
and his hands flow over me like a steady current
in which im swept away
at first, i fear the strength,
it surprises me.
but then i see that i have more control than i realize.
for he has been undone since the first touch
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