With contour lines of touch,
starting at your shoulder,
down your arm,
overlapping to your stomach.
Slide my fingers across your back,
down your straight shot spine,
you shiver,
kiss my neck,
pull me closer,
breath is heavy,
nails across my back,
mark my skin with your presence.
Lets measure each other depths
in foreign waters,
of these sheets.
I want to see the color of your soul,
everytime you smile.
Up your shoulder blade,
to the back of your head,
trace your defined jaw
ending on your lips.
Eyes meet,
they're cloudy you say?
I think the rain is lifting.