Never fading,

His touch resounds on my skin

In a burning rage of melancholy and serendipity

Both satisfied and neglected.

Everlasting,

Blessed with the unending indention of his hand

Raising emotions and heartbeats

In the heights and depths of my soul.

Forevermore,

I trace where his fingertips grazed

Leaving chills behind in paths

Towards the bones of my being.

Startlingly

With impressionable lips and a slightly crooked grin,

Lust and love deep in eyes

Both shake and stabilize the very core.

Pure bliss

Found deep in those brown eyes

Of a refined stranger

Both desire and love settled.