Just a single touch
From your hand
Turns me to jelly
Sending shivers of
Temporary bliss
Running down my spine
Warming areas
That have never seen
The light of a
Midsummers eve
Short, sweet gasps
Escape my lips
Whenever you
Run your hands along
The smallest bit of
Whatever parts of my flesh
Remain teasingly uncovered.
With that alone,
I surrender to
The one sin,
I know best,
Lust.

YOU ARE READING
The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.