Featherlight
You said my eyes were the night,an inky dark you could safely swim in,yours are akin to the silver moon,the everlasting radiant night drawing near.Before you even touch,all I sense is the tension,a palpable electric essence,the proximity is sweetly torturous,but you are not made of stone. You want to see how much we can take, where our thresholds will truly lie. It begins and will end with a featherlight touch, you draw s...