Words on Skin.
She looks at me and all I see are hills of fresh cut grass as her eyes penetrate me.
When she leans in I can smell the sweetness of her sweat that glistens on pale skin.
When soft lips meet the pulse point of my neck,goosebumps ignite all over me.
My mind is on overdrive.
I want her,..
No,I need her and this moment!
Yet I can't help but wonder what happens when it's all over.
How will the tides shift?
I know I should pull away and that we should talk but my thought are interrupted as I feel words starting to be spelled out across my skin.
Sentences forming on the parts of me she is exploring/touching and there will be no way to ever erase them as they are burned onto me.
Into my memory.
My skin is hers.
A barren paper to leave her signature on.
I feel her fingers forming words between my thighs and I can hear her whispering telling me how she has dreamed of exploring the canvas I have gifted her.
My body is now exploding into a million colors all around her,
around us.
My tears are staining the pages she is now kissing and I wait for our story to continue with paragraphs to write and rewrite.
A story with no end in sight.