A flicker of spasms run across your frame
A touch you oh so longed for
You begin to give every nerve their own name
Lust............
..........Affection......
...................Attention......
...................Supply & Release........
Names you slowly called out to one by one
And starts to linger from your lips
Like dense smoke flowing from me to you
Condensation clings to us both
Yet....even slick surfaces helps with grip
So let us grab hold of these desires and fantasies
And intertwine them with passion and trust
We'll lay them in the sheets
Between us.....
©trishalove