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.