Glorious

Touch
I want to be touched
Make contact
Skin to skin
Isn’t close enough
Sex isn’t close enough
The chromatic bouquet that is action
The tantalizing teasing of anticipation
Nails against my ribcage
Colour and solid matter exhilarating

What am I feeling?
I don’t recognize what I see and I love that.
My fingertips are spoiled with experience
I want the pain of youth forever
And I find it in this exact moment

Bliss is the excitement of the unknown
Accompanied by a recognized feature
Frenzy is just another synonym for joy

Crush me