I lift my hand lightly,
treat it like a feather,
I slowly move it slightly
get to know yours better.

Our skin gently crashes
hungry for another touch
passion hits in flashes
hands are not enough.

I want your creamy lips
your mouth, your taste, your smell,
my sweet eclipse
I want every cell.

But

I did not lift my hand
our touch just an illusion
not how I had planned
nowhere near a fusion.