Contrast

Your fingertips trace aching lines down my skin
feather light and sharp as nails
      burning
and freezing me all at once.
Your lips press to mine electric
shocking me and soothing me
contrast is all I feel.
Strong hands grip at me,
      needy and wanting
for me and my body with yours.
You fit to me more perfectly
than a puzzle piece
feeling more at one with you than ever
      with myself.
Skin searing mine,
heat pouring from us
and through us.
Nothing can replace the feeling of you
touching and tasting,
holding and finally
releasing.