original sin

My skin is warm; toasty flesh and a beating heart.

Tears fill my eyes with enthusiasm, I feel at home.

You touch this skin, with care and finesse, aware of our tension… in tune with our desires.

Within my skin, you have penetrated all layers of protection.

Naked in this skin, I come to you, limp legs and a weak stomach, am I allowed this pleasure?

I gaze upon her, weary eyes and open ears, the sense of this presence and this presence alone makes me still.

At peace with the reality that I am no longer stone.

All of this skin is now a home, for you and I to intertwine and view these signs as gospel.

Come in… make yourself at home I say. Believe me, I want you here. This is destiny.

This skin is occupied, filled with your aura, this is our home.

Within our skin, we are whole.