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My hands on her skin


Submitted:Oct 8, 2010    Reads: 53    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


My hands have a memory of their own

to the pleasure of your touch.

Set my heart on my fingertips

as I reveled i the thoughts I've bourne

of your skin on my lips.

A little taste of venom

and I am paralyzed with desire.

All pleasure I have known

in all reckoning is nothing to this fire.

I think of satin

as I drink you in.

I think of satin

my hands on your skin.

My hands on your skin.

It's so black all I see is you

and the rest of the day can't catch up

as the nothing that made sense

fills up with you in my mind

sweet fulfillment all I can find

My senses reach to the sky

and I fall to heaven.

I woke to my blood unstill

the chill of this warmth

and any emotion I feel

a hundred times amplified

as I bring you close

or am i drowning in your tide

in this dark sea that glows

I think of Satin

as I drink you in.

I think of satin

my hands on your skin.

My hands on your skin.

I shot myself in the back again

and now the arrow won't come out

as the nothing that didn't matter takes new forms in your skin

the softest satin.





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