Finger-tip soft & collarbone brushing,

you leave your invisible mark

across the contours of my skin.

Delicate hairs rise at the feeling,

a delicious feeling, one that I can never forget.

A sensual memory of skin on skin,

feather-light but heart-heavy.

Always changing but also lingering;

your caress haunts me, the remnants

of touch that slowly fade from being.

A flutter of nerve endings

is all that remains.

A helpless sensation;

every caress leaves me aching with need.