With my hair.
Moist feeling playing
Around my eyelids.
Love is a sensual feeling
And I feel you on my skin.
My eyes bulge, fingers
Quiver. Mind turns hazy
And I feel my veins bulge
At your instance.
My imagination runs wild.
There's sweat and mix
Of our drool. Battle of
Breaths and violations
With our lips-
Love in it purest sense
Seems to be just transfer
Of bodily heat and fluids.
It's as physical as it gets.
When these fingers
Explore the undulations
Of your flesh. Gloating
With divine satisfaction-
Hints of my platonic
Passion on your neck.
If we aren't ashamed
Of our sweet sins
The next morning-
Consider we put love's
Unconditionality to
Shame.