Desire comes first, through anticipation….
Delicious: the memory of your fingertips,
Decadent: are the expanses of my imagination:
Indulging in the knowledge that your touch, would exceed
the salacious boundaries of my expectation
to reclaim my sensuality by accepting,
and indulging in touch without fear.
Touch my skin,
where my heart will heal through it.
Touch my heart,
where my skin would accept you.
-Gypsea Salt, 2016