if only they knew
of how we spend
our days;
stealing everlasting
dandelions from
the moist earth soil
of the meadow,
making wishes
on their tiny little
frollocks of magic
and watching them
blow endlessly
in the earth's
forgiving breath.

if only they knew
of the times
we escaped
to the beach,
running frantically
through the rough
grains of sand
and tangled seaweed,
through the
ongoing depths
of the ocean
and into the
earth's burning core.

if only they knew
of how we hid
silently beneath
the shadows
of unguarded areas;
of how we'd
go there whenever
things got tough
or just wanted to
get away from it all.

if only they knew
of all the places
you've explored
on the adventures
of my own body;
how your fingertips,
cold and endless,
discovered my
thighs,
how your warm
palms led to
my *******,
how your gentle
lips
found their way
to mine.

if only they knew
the secrets we shared
among the
both of us.

a.m.

chills.
that's what happens
when you
cuddle,
kiss,
hold
me;
chills
that run all
over my body;
down my arms,
thighs,
even my
frozen fingertips.

chills
are what happen
when you
touch,
feel,
explore
my body;
trail your fingers
across my
thighs,
get your whispers
tangled in my
hair,
when you
touch me in
just the right way
to make me
scream your name.

chills
are what happen
when you snuggle
close to me,
head nestled into
my neck,
your body my
savior from
the haunting cold,
when you let
your thumb
graze across my
flushed cheeks.

chills
are what you
give me;
but baby,
don't stop.

a.m.