Skin.

I like your skin when it is covered in goose bumps I like to stroke my fingers lightly, lightly over the surface and feel changes I like your skin when it is rough I like to examine your calloused hands, and hold them so tight, so tight it reminds me of your past and how you survived I like your skin when it is freckled I like to look at the map it makes next to my skin, where we match perfectly, perfectly I wonder where we'd go if we followed our flesh I like your skin when it is wet I like the way the water runs between us, but never washes off our love, our love I like when it shines but even in the secret dark I like your skin when it is touching mine I like how you feel my heart, shoulders, stomach, thighs, and the rest of me so slowly, slowly I like when there is no space between ourselves I like your skin when you like mine I like how my smile makes yours, and how my laugh does that too I like the way I tickle your knee over, and over, I like when you kiss my skin, and know it is your skin too

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