my body erupts
with oxytocin
and fireworks
when I feel your hands
on the soft skin between my thighs
your lips on my neck
is a recipe for a nuclear explosion within me
when I feel your fingertips
brush the edge of my dress
I can't help but fall weak
as if you had found my kryptonite
and sliced my heart with it
your hands have the power to build me
and completely destroy me all at once
your touch is like a dream
clouded by a lovely mist
of heavy smoke
fogging my vision and my thoughts
so I only see you—
your soft pink lips
and the little cracks on the surface
your warm body
how wonderful it looks below me
your hands
how softly they touch me as if I was easily destroyed
