place your hand on my thigh
look into my eyes and without words call me yours

There was such a build up of charge between us
that it was impossible not to get an electric shock every time we held hands

she couldn't dance like the rest
she didn't want to let herself go enough to fall and be caught in his open embrace
her pace was unchoreographed and timid
scared of being replaced in the dance which she called
love
by a newer, more beautiful dancer that isn't afraid of prewetting into the arms of her lover  

but all and all her dance was bewitchingly unique
and he loved that

I have scar patterns that cover me like a duvet
I laugh about them with the moon in the night
the night is when we are both awake
at night my scar patterns are more illuminated
framing every inch of me
so bright that I can't sleep
the moon says they are pretty
she says that I look just like her
she said she has many *** holes too but she still never stops illuminating the dark sky every night