Every inch—
  flawless.

Not just soft,
    but something beyond that.

Something unreal.

Like silk stretched over fire,
     like warmth you can taste,
     like a secret

     the world forgot to keep.

I could spend hours
         tracing it,
        learning it,

        memorizing the way it feels under my hands,
                                    under my lips.

And I do.

Again,
      again,
            again.

As if I’ll ever get enough.

As if I’ll ever want to stop trying.

As if I ever could.