Velvet on my skin,
The unholy union of tired flesh and ecstasy;
sighing in the midst of nothing less than a liquid embrace.
Like my lungs desire oxygen, it is my soul that craves it.
The insatiable longing to delve into the depths overwhelms me, my senses–
pleasure befalls me,
as I feel it drip through my hair, my face, my being;
Like diamonds under a hot summer day….