You wanna ****,
create scars with the intention of pleasure.
And most times,
I crave it.
But my soul,
my heart,
my mind;
they desire the opposite.
Your tender lips on my forehead,
and your fingers entwined with mine.
Your arms protecting me from myself because you know I don't need protection from the world.
As sweat flows up and down our bodies
and drips to the satin below,
my breath grabs and catches.
A single tear,
the emotion all summed up in one last ******.
The after glow of your skin,
the beauty you wear,
the smile that changes you.