Your touch ripples throughout my body,

like ringlets on the water of an icy lake.

In the same way that caramel drips off a silvery spoon,

it glides smoothly but hesitantly.

Across collarbones.

Leaving marks

so soft

they are unnoticed by all

except by those who made them.

Your fingertips graze my velvety skin,

like a cow grazes the grass of an emerald field

dotted with daisies.

He loves me,

He loves me not.

These words bounce around

in my brain.

Besides these words,

my brain is hollow.

Your touch forces all thoughts from my head.

Washes them out like a tsunami

might wash out a city.

Swiftly,

beautifully,

tragically .