Next to My Skin

Romantic poetry about the how love brings us from two into one being.

Next To My Skin

Frills, satin, lace, velvet
feel good next to my skin.
Don’t want caresses to end …
touching soothes, transcends.
I prefer you
next to my skin.
Softly slips finger tips
to explore, implore skin.
Can’t wait … loving begins …
finds me longing again.
Know what to do
how to and when.
The fabric of my life
is sometimes harsh, too thin.
All alone I can’t win—
like a carousel spin.
I prefer you
since we have been.
You can twirl me again …
got you under my skin,
each moment new … as then.
Need ONE someone---not MEN!
My love, comfort,
lets me laugh, grin.
Frills, satin, lace, velvet—
you’re BEST … next to my skin.
Wrapped in flesh of love, win;
it is how we come in.
I prefer you
next to my skin.