sacred touch
Holy bones and skin molecules, I crave them all and everything that's beyond. The complete, utter sense of your being intertwined with my subconscious desires, as the daybreak approaches. In the presence of your idyllic warmth, I fade into the unknown, grasping for mercy and for this moment to be eternal. Just you, you, all of you and me in the shadows of society's silent dreams, caressing eachother's bodies as if they were made out of pure gold. Gaja.