The intimate touch and I flinch.
Thinking of your hand on every inch.
Retracing lines that were already drawn.
You don't mean me any harm.
Stretch marks.
Insecure.
"Relax baby, I love you more"
Imperfect, yet, in this moment it feels worth it.
Exposed bodies and souls.
Skin to skin.
Worlds unfold.
Gripping down my waist.
Kissing down my thighs.
Looking at each other eye to eye.
Lips upon my skin.
So in love with this guy.
Sweat drizzling down backs.
Stinging scratch marks.
Pulling hair.
I like that.
Skin to skin.
Warm breath from him.
The thing I love the most about falling asleep.
Falling asleep skin to skin