dirty talk... poet?

Scientists can define the sense of touch exactly, explaining with words like neural receptors and tactile stimulation. Ah, but poets can do it, too, and with far more beauty.

You feel with what your fingertips

You feel with what your gazing eyes...would see, with stolen glances among the starlit skies.

at every turn...
soft heated breath,

beneath the night skies, who molded flesh against flesh,


...becoming my guiding light.