The skin was a silken landscape, it wove
between the hills, fingers moved and felt
the warmth and rhythm that was ever present.
He closed his eyes and let the sensation
take the quickest path to his mind, shutting
out all distraction as he relaxes into the
moment. Hand on silk, silk on skin, mind on
skin. They flow together like a chocolate
advertisers wet dream, intertwined in a
molecules dance, the sweet jostling of atoms
as they bump and sway against each other. Silk
on skin, touch on skin, smile.
