Sensation is intense

The skin craves for touch
That one sensation
To pluck out the clutch
Can it be some kind
Of hysteria?
Should I call it abnormal
To not consider
Or change so easily.
To no more crave.
To one day long for it.
To another detest it.
Indeed, the sensation
Is intense.
For I can feel my
Entire nervous system.
It's sensitive creed.
I notice my breath
Suddenly
Heaving at some pace.
I lie flat down on bed.
But the feet
They touch each other
Until my legs simply fold
And anxiety out of those
knees - Flutter.
I feel so energetic and restless
Yet something inside
craves to surrender.
Not like a battle field,
But a place to give your all
A vent for your inner thunder.

I add on effects
With some playlist
It says
Sensual musiq.
I wonder when will
The chords
Touch my heart.
I wait till end from start
Strange beats
Surprisingly cheap.
It kills my mood
This strange musiq.
So I switch
To my own inner noise
Of songs of past
Of imagined choice
The lures of highs and lows
The trance of prancing core.
And I feel perplexed
In the intensity of the moment
Until the doorbell rings
Enters - the mysterious scent.

-Surbhi Rohera