Tingle

Naked skin
bodies of two
silhouette to the night skies
melted
into one form
so creative and abstract
passionate.
black.
I'm given curled toes of lemon
with the butterflies
you give me,
thrusting my hands to tingling numbness.
palms pried open
with your hands in mine
you relax me to slumber
and beads rise to evaporation.
pacing thumps of young cravings
escape to your ear
as you listen to my heart.
me, not wanting to let go
i hold on tight to your fingers of lust.
into sleep we fall.
tingle.