Passion

Skin on skin,

tongue on tongue.

No way to tell where I end and you begin.

Every feeling is touch.

Touch, touch, and desire.

Every thought following your hands

as you explore my body.

Nothing but the feel of your weight,

your smell, your taste.

No longer thinking straight.

You have so much power over me.

But you're not the only on who holds the power.

Hands on each other,

touch is all that exists.

And just like that we find ourselves

in each others arms tonight.