Fingertips

At the stroke of midnight
Your fingers absailed
Down my back
Your breath like a
Dangerous sunshine
On my neck

I felt the lust
Turn into the
Purest of loves
When you looked into
My eyes
Your pupils dilated
Like you were on ecstasy
As if to see more of me

The embrace of your arms
The scent of your skin
The taste of your mouth
Trace the bones in my body
With the utmost honesty
At the touch of your
Delicate fingertips