Exquisite Touch

Brittle nails crack
Against the nerves
Bustling out of
Every pore.
Mouth runs dry
Like sand upon
A tongue that's burning
For the moist.
Skin turns prickly
And harsh as thorns,
Longing for the exquisite
Familiar touch.
Eyes that open
And see nothing but mine,
Show depth of 20 000
Leagues under the sea.
...
And
Like waves our emotions
Crash against each other
And spread unevenly into a
Pool of pain and pleasure.