Half the time the only reason my nipples were erect
Was because they were trying to jump off my body
To run away from your tongue
You wrote notes on my skin in flesh toned permanent ink that would sink and sit inside as you tried to underline the important parts of my body
I think of you and my stomach churns
But not in the beautiful butterfly way, it's more like a tornado storming in my soul and destroying everything in its path.
When your finger tips lingered around my neck I was trying to find comfort in invisibility.
I stared at the wall you had painted blue trying to disappear like fog on glass that faded into nothingness
