My souls is stripped of skin

Each nerve ending is laid bare

To anticipate the striking wind

And sizzle in the open air.

Muscles overlap

Then tighten and relax.

Lungs collapse under the pressure of passion.

Breaths come in ragged gasps.

Shards of electric pinpricks pique the skin

Where liquid tongues whisper and light touches roam.

A cry of anguish is melted into a pool of languid content.

A sigh escapes to the heavens, as you take me home.