My Skin

Sensual love, it is both wonderful, and it is dangerous

My heart has been broken, many times, and it only heels in time

My skin, not perfect, not flawless, not light, nor dark

But it is tender, it is soft, and it is warm to the touch

It begs to be loved by your kiss, by your hands, rubbing every flaw

Taking the sex driven pleasures, into another realm, where we melt

Into each others skin, we blend like two flames of fire, one is hot, the other is hotter

And when we finally torch that wick of purest ecstasy, our blood will flow so, through every vein

My skin will only be happy, if it is driven by yours, and tattooed into my fondest heart of fantasy come true