𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, poetry and prose.

lips on skin.

lips on skin

I want to be kissed, and feel your lips fumble against my skin. The soft dragging of your flesh upon mine, as your mouth waltzes around my collarbone and neck. You'll make a sudden side step, one that throws me off balance as your vampire soul travels down my chest; sucking and biting as if trying to tear me to pieces- I can't figure out if this is love or lust, but would it matter in the end? If you wanted to bite me, or to hold me I would still be like this; a mess of black and blue as I stand naked for you.

You could leave the footprints of your breath, tickling my belly as I retrace your steps when you are gone. Is this meant to be predator or prey attribute? Are you taming me or welcoming me to tame you? You look at me through your eyelashes, as I try to discover if you desire me as well- but I can only really tell when the room loses your smell.

Maybe in a week or so, when I lay in my fresh linen and stare out the window I will be reminded of everything- or maybe when I see your face in a random stranger will I only then remember the time. I could play the part in your sinfully erotic world, and act as the innocent girl of which you sneak to every evening only to forget in the morning- as if I am a creature of the night. I could dance my lips across your skin, and fumble fragility over you like a pig to the slaughter. I could move my body at the right time, and favoured things you do too. I could twirl my hair, and wear the skirts you like- fit the role of the feminine angel you want to corrupt with your masculine knowledge. Only, I will do this- if you come back into bed and dance your lips across my neck again.