You've always had too much skin,
and I had not a clue
where to attack first.
You've always had too much
skin,
to choose , would be
unfathomable.
You say I've always had
an impeccable kiss,
yet naive enough to
use it away.

When push comes to shove,
when skin will turn to my biggest
loss, my biggest
obsession,
I'll travel the maps that are
derived from your flesh,
I will not allow myself to
keep you as a memory, but rather
a world,
that my lips have explored
on high.
You've always had too much skin,
and too much time on your hands.
But you are endlessly fascinating
to me.