Words and more words

How do you quantify this feeling,

When words don’t say enough?

A desire so persistent,

My cheeks are burning up.

I feel it in my bones,

My stomach’s upside down,

How do I breathe,

When you’re not around?

The silk slips off my shoulder,

Your fingers trace my skin.

You feel just like a paint brush,

Leaving your mark of sin.

Is sinning even frowned upon,

When you are so angelic?

I raise my hand to answer,

But,

It is beyond words and movement,

The touch of your lips,

You are just like a movie,

My favourite ending indeed.