The Moon Listens...

For Bloom (pt. 1)

i ____ you.

I adore you.

The way your tongue grazes your bottom lip puts me in a trance.
Your skin always warm like the sun's golden rays, my fingertips burn from the slightest touch.
The way words roll from your mouth only to stop abruptly, leave me hanging on to each one, afraid to let go.

I indulge you.

You steal the breath from my lungs;
I speak only when I'm allowed to.
You stare into my windows and I become bare and helpless.
Your grip around my throat sends happy tingles down my spine.
I do as you behest of me without question, and I bask in every second of it.
The taste of you is heavenly and addictive.
You're touch is unlike any other, no pill or drug could get me any higher.

I trusted you.

A gift so pure but is riddled with sin,
A flower dewy and soft, a bud that bloomed in fall rather than spring.
You plucked her from my Earth, still in her prime.
Every scar, lump and curve,
You explore over and over.
Your kisses sweet like caramel and melt into my insecurities.
Every ugly trace of me, made beautiful just for you.
Invisible fingerprints are our secret hickies
And I treasure each one you leave on my vessel.
And yet...
You adore, indulge, and love her...
So
Much more.