Less Is More (Full)

Such brittle soft skin
Smoothly flowing fingertips
Write swirls of a pen
Without the slightest slip

Those golden brown beauties
If they could only see
The reflection in my eyes
The sorcerer you've come to be

The warmth on your lips
The fire it ignites
My heart pounds and dips
The butterflies take their flight

An eternity of confusion
Paused by your touch
What I would give to have
One more simple rush