Sensation

 

Hairs jumping out of my skin.

It’s not what we do, it’s when.

 

I feel every stroke like a breeze.

Funny how you just know, exactly where to please.

 

It is skin to skin you and I crave.

If only this sensation was something, we both could save.

 

It is the small details that mean the most.

I see an angel, your body is just the host.

 

The sensation I feel is jumping inside.

The kind that makes a man put away his pride.