Drowning In Touch

The air like static
pricks my skin.
My soul, deep eyes,
and mind within.

I ache to hold a woman,
for her to be here.
Simple skin to skin,
soft and close, in peace together.
Just a moment, forever,
an eternal clutch;
to have the sensation flow through us,
around and over.
Drowning in touch.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.