When the goosebumps rise would you cover me with blankets or sweatshirts
Or would you lay me down
And spread me out
Breathe me in
Kiss every bump
Until they all disappear
Then repeat when then show up again
Because that's what I envision
That's what I want
When there are no goosebumps
Would you still shower me with kisses
With the kind of love I've never had the pleasure of receiving
Because that's what I'd do for you
Without hesitation
YOU ARE READING
Behind the Red door
PoetryExplicit to the core, this is my first attempt at adult content, please give me your feedback...
