Fantasies of a Nunn

Do not just touch me because you can make me sense explosions when you plant your fingerprints against my skin and send little messages through my blood rush make me want to be a slave to the sin that our eyes commit when they meet Bless me with your lips and make me beg for breath hold me delicately,for my skin crusts and bruises easily comfort me with little trails of your fingers against my back and await my response love me not by word but feeling,make it seem as though your world revolves around me but do not let that be so true whisper sweet nothings to my ear as we wait on the train to home make me feel bizzare in an exciting but calming groove let me reach out for your hand and wherever our hands meet should pour make me clumsy but understand that you drive me a little too wild for my own good and that i need you in every living way...