Touch…

I crave for the sensation,
The blood that oozes out of my December skin,
Dry, thick, viscous,
That covers up my pores,
For it carries deep within itself,
Affairs of our bodies and mind,
The days when nothing could separate us,
Long, moist, infinite nights of passion,
We carved a piece of ourselves,
On the annals of time,
Volcanic eruptions, the calm before the storm,
I crave for your body,
The oxytocin that flooded my mind,
And the heart that pumped blood,
Everywhere except my breath,
That fell short whenever we kissed,
For you breathed for me,
And I collected stars for you,
I crave and crave so much more,
The dripping sweet and sonorous,
Your touch,
My end and beginning…..