Saturday, September 9, 2017

It's not you. And I mean it.



My body cringes
When your fingers touch my arm,
When you run them along the length,
When you kiss my fingers
And bite them too.

You pull me close, whisper in my ears
There’s no other place I’d rather be
You look into my eyes,
Let us dance to the melody of Himeros

With every kiss, my lips smile
When you reach my neck,
My arms follow
Your touch is sweet,
And you caress my waist
A kiss on the neck,
Chin. Cheek. Nose. Lips. Tongue.

Legs around your waist, my hands find support around your neck
Head rests on the shoulder while you touch every part of me.

My lust consumes me,
Probably more than it should.
But how do I tell you,
That it's not you
Whose touch I crave.