I swear my intentions were purely innocent.
But can you blame me dear?
I wanted nothing more than to see the blood rush to your face.
To watch you take your lip between your teeth as the blush spreads.
I know you see my hands
Shaking slightly,
Like when I'm searching for inspiration,
But please know,
Your body is my pen
And who would look for paper when the blank slate of your much larger hands are engulfing me.
I am but a rose dear,
Beauty hiding sharp points that could cut deeper than words on an impressionable mind.
I'm unbelievably grateful that you hold me without fear.
