Chestnut skin, clear as coffee with a splash of cream.
Black locks pulled back into a bun lazily,
Low scooped neck t-shirt,
Exposing your skin and defined collar bones.
I'm sure your attire was on purposes and planned.
To show off, what your lover could create by kissing your frame.
Who is it, that left those spotted red dots on your chest?
Was it a lover, for a night?
Or a long time boyfriend?
Is that what you wanted, low shirt with hair tied back,
For people to question what you did in last nights darkness?
Because its working.
Envious that I have to hide my own love,
safe under my sweatshirt,
scared of the judgment filled eye of strangers.