Her Skin

Her skin
Her skin is like a delicate canvas to be painted on with kisses
Each trace is so delicious amid slow and delectable strokes
In hopes of arousing every inner craving with gentle caresses
As each one undresses veiled desires to be incited and invoked

Her skin
Her skin is like a texture of warmth and coolness intertwined
Designed to elate and elevate the senses to a newer pinnacle
In both spiritual and physical ways it’s difficult to describe
But the feeling is so alive it’s like singing praises all so lyrical

Her skin
Her skin is like a spellbinding magnetism that’s so hypnotic
Quixotic and erotic in the mind of the enthusiastic dreamer
Where the weaver of fantasy admires with such adoration
That the admiration is fueled by the appeal of her demeanor

Her skin
Her skin is like a scenery of stunning sunsets in the distance
The existence of something exquisite we only long to touch
Every bit as much as the wish to dwell in the ecstasy of it all
Easily enthralled by beauty of the dream we yearn to clutch

Her skin
Her skin is like the essence of splendor, a kindling affection
An unspoken connection calling forth tenderly from within
And when the expression exudes the aching and the craving
Then the misbehaving ensues just by the touch of her skin