Confused (2 of 10)

The taste kills me,
the touch warm,
as the smell fullfills me
begins a new storm.
Hands dancing around
cotton parchment lifts up
and feet leaves the ground.
Enticing and vibrant
as one
electricity meant
hotter than the sun
knees getting weak
needing to lean
finding it harder to speak
distance between
winless battle
closing in walls
steaming shadows
as we both fall