Hands on my skin;
A usual don’t-touch
Turned yes-touch-now.
Now
Now
Yes, please.
Please is said oft between us;
Enthusiastic consent
Has never been more thrilling.
Your hands are changing me
One touch at a time;
Your scent on my skin
Driving me to distraction.
My nose in my sheets
Searching for you…
Wait, a promise of more touch?
Yes, please.
touch
Loathing and Love
You know, I'm nothing without my ghosts.
I have become a ghost myself, stealing into your dreams.
We play without touching;
I can see you as you are
And you forgive me for who I am.
This is loathing and love;
This is bloodless torture.
