My souls is stripped of skin
Each nerve ending is laid bare
To anticipate the striking wind
And sizzle in the open air.
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.