Skin

An initiated contact

transmission of radiant pulsars travel within

this external blanket of melanin

parallel to that which is 

your skin

I long for more

I long for yours

the frictional sensation

exuberated

through this exchangement

of touch

external reaction of

our inner lust

your skin

is what i’m enveloped in

what I yearn for

what my heart burns for

the cooling engagement

with your skin

endless arrangements

I would love to begin

The warmth of your blanket

eliminates all fear.

tugging of surfaces

tectonics of our own lithosphere

sending emotions into the stratosphere

higher than I can feel

ironic since we started on cloud nine

of which surrounding clouds were entwined 

into that which is your skin

a softness unreal

your skin is what i’m enveloped in