the kisses you leave
become etched
into my skin,
they sting with
pure ice as you
press into my lips,
down my neck,
on my fragile bones.

you **** gently
on the skin of my neck,
nibble a little,
give me a tickle,
and sometimes,
a red mark will show;
a trophy of some sort,
a pedestal i've been placed on,
one that claims me
as your own.

your smile
that radiated through
each kiss that touches my lips;
give me a bite
and i'll smile too,
a smile so wide
and devilish
that it urges you
to keep going.

your hands
are a boat;
they travel across
my body;
up, down, side to side;
you search for
the endless depths
of the Dead Sea.
your fingers
interlace with my hair,
touch my warm pink cheeks,
fall
all the way down
to my waist.

it all feels so good,
like something inside of me
went off and erupted;
a feeling so great
and enticing
that it becomes addicting;
your touch,
your kisses,
the way you please me
becomes something
that's completely out
of my control.

but i'm not afraid.

are you?

afraid of
what could become
of this heavy satisfaction?
afraid of
the consequences?
of the aftermath
that follows the touch
of your hands?
of the feelings
that'll grow
more and more
between us?

tell me.
are you afraid?


a.m.

one day i will wake
up right beside you
as we lie under the thin sheets
that smell like cotton and lavender,
illuminated by the bright
morning sun,
under the sky that shines
with billions of intricate diamonds.

i will be awoken by your kisses
that sting across my collarbones,
by your sweet crooked smile
that glows brightly in the day,
by your gentle arms
as they engulf me in love
and passion.

my life will be
right before my eyes;
you, you are the one
that's stolen my heart forever and always.


a.m.

Her lies were revealed.
Finally.
A year's delicate web
Of deceit, untangled.
I looked at her and said,
Have you no shame?
And with ice cold,
Black eyes,
She simply replied
*How could I have shame,
If the shame is yours to bear?

When did you stop loving me?
Or maybe the question is why.
Sometimes I think we made a mistake,
But I can't buy into that lie.
We were just kids when we first met,
Kids when we fell in love.
Sixteen seemed so mature at the time,
But I see now it was never enough.
Do you remember the night
That I snuck out of my house,
And ran all the way to you?
We climbed up to the roof,
Laid back hand in hand,
And tried to count the stars.
You held me in your arms.
And every so often, you'd kiss my cheek
"One, two, three for I love you,"
you always used to say.
Your voice has now faded deep into my subconscious.
Sunrise stole our sweet moment away,
But when I slipped back
Through my window that morning,
I could taste you on my lips.
Sometime between that morning and this,
Your taste has been replaced by berry chapstick,
And your touch, by another.