Sexual Healing

I fall into you

Like someone falling through a doorway

They’ve been pounding on for years

Breathless

Shaking

Half‑broken from the waiting

Your touch hits me

Like a wave that’s been holding itself back

Crashing through every quiet place in me

Until I can’t tell

If I’m drowning

Or finally breathing

Your mouth moves across my skin

Like a prayer whispered too loudly

A plea disguised as a kiss

A soft scream of

Don’t stop

Don’t stop

Heal me

I’m drunk on you

Your warmth

Your gravity

The way your presence

Pulls every shattered piece of me

Into its orbit

As if you were born

To gather what I’ve lost

You touch me

And the whole world inside me

Arches toward you

Crying out in a language

Made of heat and trembling

A language that says

Fix me

Hold me

Put me back together

With your fire

Your breath becomes a storm

Rushing through my ribs

Your hands a pair of lightning strikes

Finding every place

I’ve been hiding my hurt

And I swear

When you pull me closer

When your warmth spills over me

Like sunrise breaking open the night

Something in me screams

Not from pain

But from the shock

Of finally being seen

Call it passion

Call it surrender

Call it the wild

Desperate truth

Of two souls

Colliding so hard

They shake the dust

Off each other’s wounds

All I know is this

When I’m in your arms

When your touch becomes a plea

And my breath becomes a prayer

I feel myself crying out

Soft

Shaking

Love drunk

Heal me

Heal me

Heal me

And somehow

You do