The touch isn't enough

Graceful hands dance across
ever so smoothly
as if it was dancing.
Swaying heads look as if in bliss
awaiting for that sweet kiss.
The graceful hands reaches deep
wanting feel wanting to seep.
It holds onto
the beautiful locks
yet it never talks.
dancing along
like nothing is wrong.
leaving the room
that would be known as
someones tomb.
the touch was not enough
even though it was
so... tough. smoothing on the skin
relishing in the indelible sin.
Tongue grazes along
tasting the flavor of greed.
Implications of blissful hate.
insinuation of love
turned bad.
roaming so softly so gently
penetrating with the magnificent
steel.
such a rush
of one simple touch
yet the fun cant stop
for that simple touch was not
enough.
relinquish and savor
the last breathe for your most
favorable savior
that has left you
ever so pretty and nearly dry