poetry + art // sexual healing

touching with fingers
touching with souls
one feels like heaven
the other sparks and burns
body and mind
both begging for more
he lent his tongue
like a gift
and I fell to the floor

passion, yours and mine
coats my skin,
desperation tearing me apart.
I wonder if I'll feel better
once this mess is gone,
or like all things valuable,
my desires were better kept
locked away.

art @3896days