You know exactly what I mean,
that sweet slow slide,
the most intimate breach
of human contact and need.

Skin to skin as we
were meant to be.

We've given our hearts,
we've given our minds,
there's still more to discover
once you clasp around me.

Squeeze around me with your pulse,
I won't move at first,
it's almost too much
to have you stretch around me,
to know your form was perfectly made
to envelope my throbbing flesh
in the most sacred embrace.

You know exactly what I mean.

The sweet deep sway,
the most intimate rhythm
two can possibly compose.

Skin to skin as we
were meant to be.

Whether your name is a helpless cry
or a guttural moan fleeing
from my feverish lungs,
it's spoken here in volumes
beyond any pitch summoned before.

Clench me with your pulse,
I'll be still near the end,
the body's natural prologue
when racing towards explosions,
to know we've timed detonations
so perfectly is almost too much.

You know exactly what I mean.

The sweet primal release,
the most intimate inevitability
two can realize together.

Skin to skin as we
were meant to be.

We've given our hearts,
we've given up the ghost
to discover another universe
burning with this intensity.

Flood around me now
and I'll stay still in the blaze
of our unstoppable jets and waves,
it's almost too much.

Skin to skin.

You know exactly what I mean.