His shoulders droop down and his skin is dark.
I snake my tongue through his insecurities and blink twice as I try to stop the emotion from spreading across my face.
But he already knows.
Oh, he can see it underneath my shell.
Water wells in my eyes and I close them to shut out the pigmentation of his irises.
I drape my bare white skin across his palate tongue as he spreads color across my thighs;
a blank canvas waiting to be filled.
Each movement of my hips shatters my plans of detachment.
Bringing me closer to his cliff.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
His shoulders droop down and his skin is dark.
I snake my tongue through his insecurities and blink twice as I try to stop the emotion from spreading across my face.
But he already knows.
Oh, he can see it underneath my shell.
Water wells in my eyes and I close them to shut out the pigmentation of his irises.
I drape my bare white skin across his palate tongue as he spreads color across my thighs;
a blank canvas waiting to be filled.
Each movement of my hips shatters my plans of detachment.
Bringing me closer to his cliff.
