Touch the soft white velvet of my skin
 

Softly as if I might break into
 

A thousand pieces if not handled
 

Like a delicately thin piece of crystal
 

The ever so slight pressure of your hands
 

Skimming slowly over every curve
 

That I may feel our skins connect
 

Tenderness showing that the erotic
 

Wet hot glowing cry of our loving
 

The shocking naked discovery
 

Has a pure innocence in its longing
 

So sleight a touch can become mighty
 

Causing emotion and motion collide
 

Until we can no longer keep reigning in
 

Our wanting, our thoughts
 

We can only rise with
 

Waves of passion that spill over
 

Crashing through our flesh into
 

The depth of our core
 

As the tides rise up the beach
 

We are one ocean in a storm
 

Egos drowing in eros
 
 

  © 2007 C.Nichols