Buttons undone clothes
dropped down to the wooden
floor board. Doors locked ,
lights off. Music is on. Two
bodies stand still and exposed
but madly in love. This is not
just a poem about people with
zero layers of clothes but
something deeper instead.
Hands touch in the dark
creating a bright spark. Hearts
beat wildly in their cages
waiting to break out wild
and free. Blood boils in their
thin shy veins just like those who experience skinny love. She feels his
love ascending and descending
up and down her spine. He
bows done to her holding her
hand trying to drown out all
the words she has locked
from within. "We'll make love
tonight despite that it sounds
crazy and wild we'll make
love for the first time tonight."
he said. Hands move up and
down exploring every inch.
Body heat shared while they
sit on the same bed. "Are we
alive or are we dead" they
said the minute their tongues
met. "It's time to turn all our
day dreams in reality" he said.
Messy hair , tangled limbs ,
lipstick all over his skin , bite
marks there there there and
there , hands on his back , his
lips  pressed to her neck. "I
think we're getting on the right
track" she said after she
gave him a peck.  This is
how love feels when it hits
you hard  in the heart and the
head. Tonight love will make
us invincible we'll never feel
miserable nor invisible again.
"I love you I love you" was
all they said under the lemon
grass green  coloured covers
on his bed* ~