YOUR SKIN

Goosebumps they call them
Electric reactions to my touch
Velvet that erupts with pleasure
Almost with magical sound if you could hear it
Soft, tense and flexible at once
Only one and so different
Sometimes cold, mostly warm and eventually wet
Delicious smells as I go through it
Rose, Lilies, Jasmine, Lavender . . .
And the reaction is the same
Touch it where I touch it
Caressing all over
Feeling you . . . feeling me
Letting me do it once more
Up and down all over
And the portrait is perfect, my Mona Lisa
I know your desires when you lay down and wait
For my hand to do the trick
My lips to follow suit
My tongue to finish it
I know your desires
Oh, beautiful skin of my dreams
Your contractions are a call to action
Your softness a do not stop sign
Your smells the antidote that haunted me
Bewitched I am with your charm
Your spell on me is a giant
That ties my heart to yours
Immobilizes my judgment
There is no prudence, no wisdom
I become insane with passion
And I can’t stop caressing you
Goosebumps they call them
I have no name for is your skin
That has mute my reasoning
It is your skin at my fingertips
When closing my eyes still thinking of you
I name your name
I close my eyes and I court you
And pretending you’re there
Until I fall asleep I touch with ecstacy your beautiful skin.