Sheets that covers my soft skin

I didn't ask you to
unfold the sheets that covers of my soft skin,
I didn't ask you to touch me, yet
you strip me with your fingers,
and you said that you wouldn't wander too far,
but who am I to blame you?
I didn't ask for you to stop.
You held my hair gently
with your icy fingers,
you were starting to lose
your senses,
so was I,
but I didn't like it nor did I love it.
I felt your lips brush along the back of my spine,
and I knew you were sucking my soul from behind,
I felt a trickle of water running down on my cheeks,
then I felt nothing except,
for the sheets that covers my soft skin.