Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry

Little Fireworks

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.

I have to confess:

I'm addicted.

I don't understand why,

But I need to touch you.

I need to feel your soft skin,

Pliant under my hands.

I need to feel you melt into my arms,

Each time your body recognizes my presence.

I need to feel your warm breath tickle me

every time you whisper into my ear, "I love you."

I need to feel your arms holding me captive,

as if I am not your willing prisoner.

I need to feel your hand couple perfectly with mine

so that I can hear your erratic heartbeat match mine.

I need to know that you feel the same,

the same little fireworks running rampant through your body

everytime my heart touches yours.