Skin Upon Skin

Skin upon skin,

The smell of temptation,

Cringe of an all too new sensation,

Worries bombard,

As lips unite,

Dark enrapturing each,

Bodies become moist,

Hairs quietly rise along the nape of a neck,

The glow of a distant television trickling soft pulsing light,

Fingers delicately tracing,

Outlines of an earlier time,

Differences in pigments only known to the light,

Animalistic behaviors take harness,

Licking, teasing, biting,

Hands grasping at flesh,

Acceptance,

A tongue glides teasingly along the delicate ridge of an ear,

Calloused hand tenderly, gingerly seeks further,

A rhythm begins,

Each enveloping the others body as if it were their own,

And then without warning the energy fades,

An eery silence is all that remains,

Two strangers dress quietly in the dark,

The woman questioning if there is something more,

The man trying to escape,

Lies are exchanged with no one sane there to document,

Two strangers that will pass each other often,

Each knowing the bend and curvature of the other,

The locations that encounter grand sensation,

The only words to be remembered a lie,

Whispered in the dark,

An energy which dies in the light,

A word never passes lips,

Each carries on,

The previous venture seen only as a dream,

The scars that emblazon one,

 Few have seen,

But this stranger got the chance to see,

When skin was upon skin.