Oh

Palms to a curvature, gliding warm, dipping in, caressing for the first time. 

A stream, it's warm, shuddering lightly, heated breath between loose strands of hair. 

Nose tracing the ridge of an ear, my ear. 

A weight upon a chest, my chest. 

Warmth. 

Electric silence, darkness filled with color.

A tiny gasp echoes within the still vibration of the room.

Eyes that see fifty millimeters above, around, into --  colors swirl.  

She falls asleep on me. 

I am the darkness, the swirl, and the stream yet I can't harness the electricity.