Broken Barriers

My first shot at intimicy writing.

The sinful burn of your lips on mine,
Warmth rushes to my pale, cold face.
I feel your finger tips run down my side,
And I pray I won’t give in.

Your warm embrace steams up the room,
While our hearts flutter in precious accord.
The sound of raindrops fall in sweet harmony,
And a moan escapes from my quivering lips.

The frightening smile across your face
Sends cold chills throughout my sweaty body.
A throbbing pain and a splash of blood,
Break all barriers of my innocence.