The Sweet Taste of Skin

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  • Dedicated to My Wizard
                                    

Smile,

How your teeth do gleam!

Straight as arrows,

White as the Sun.

Skin,

Soft and fragrent,

Strong and yet weak,

Somehow,

Bending between my fingers.

Lips,

Locking our minds as one.

Little coming between us,

But longing gazes of lust.

Eyes,

Blue like a jay

Now turning deep grey,

And I can't keep

from staring.

Hands,

Hard-working bones

And muscle,

Gentle over skin,

Electricity ripping apart

All that I've put

Together,

We are now.

Bodies glued, hands entwined

His head pressed to my chest.

Kisses,

On my forehead,

Before he's "not for me."

Wonder,

Who that lucky girl

could be,

Who he'll marry.

One special,

Lovely,

Perfect girl.

In words unused,

Not me.

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