Secrets

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Fingertips trace your lips

Hands pull at my hips

And on tippy toes, I escalate

Our lips colliding when you lift me off my feet.

And as teeth tug at my lip,

Five small fingers entangle in your hair

And the taste of sweet cinnamon invades your lips.

You hands search for mine

But find my waist instead

And as your long fingers flit across my cheek,

By body buzzes wherever you touch.

Your hand skips down my arm

And fingers lace between yours;

Our eyes connect as our lips retreat

And I feel my hand squeezed tightly, telling my you love me so.

Stormy-green eyes dart to your lips as they smirk

And I feel the familiar pressure of them once again.

I feel your body on mine,

My hands in your hair

And every fiber of my being loves you.

I feel you and nothing else

As your hands hold me tight,

My fingertips graze your face and clasp behind your neck.

We separate our lips to take a breath

And your gaze pierces mine;

You're eyes are the blue-green of the sea.

Your hand untangles from my hair

And I remember not when it got there as you stroke my face

And, with affection overflowing,

Our lips collide again.

No more thought-only feelings

As emotions pour out;

I love you, You love me.

Your hands reach for mine but clasp my wrist instead,

And sensitive fingertips feel the roughness of unhealed scars.

You pull away and look at my arm,

A look of shock meeting your face

As your lips form a word;

A word that scars me more than my hateful marks:

"Why?"

I look to the floor,

Ashamed of what you've found;

Sea foam-colored eyes are curios

But stormy-green ones are terrified.

Quietly, I try to explain,

"You never noticed me,

And I never loved me;

I was alone

And I didn't want to feel a damn thing.."

Slowly, as if afraid to scare me,

You wrap your fingers around my wrist

And hold it close to your face.

You look into my eyes

And impulsively press your lips to my skin

And you whisper, lips against my wrist,

"It's okay, you're not alone;

I'll be here forever and I'll love you."

You tell me nothing is left to hurt me

And that you'll always protect me,

Even if you're protecting me....

From me.

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