Soft, slow
Your lips move against mine like we're telling secrets,
What you want to do to me whispers in my ear through the crack of your smile
Heads, arms, legs
Tangled in a knot of human flesh, so warm and jolting
Electricity,
Pulsing,
Pulsing,
From the tips of our fingers as mine rake down your back and yours touch lightning to the burns on my hips
Massage your gospel into my thighs,
As one hand trails down my side
And tiny shocks,
Every time your lips touch my stomach
The air escapes my lungs in gasps,
Because you are what they want to breathe
You trail those soft kisses down my neck,
Pull me into you,
And feed once more.
The delight oozes out of my imaginary wounds, my neck swells a little where your mouth was,
You worry that you bit too hard
The skin only swells because every cell is reaching for you,
My capillaries burst from boredom,
You painted my neck with the love in your mouth
I may be bruised,
But you are healing me.
