I watch your skin stretch and retract,
Like a rubber band,
The tan color of your shell.
I can see the outline of your ribs,
As your arms reach up toward the headboard of the bed.
Your toes point,
Like a ballerina.
And after twisting your body to each side,
You drape your soft skinned arm over my pale waist,
Pulling me in.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
I watch your skin stretch and retract,
Like a rubber band,
The tan color of your shell.
I can see the outline of your ribs,
As your arms reach up toward the headboard of the bed.
Your toes point,
Like a ballerina.
And after twisting your body to each side,
You drape your soft skinned arm over my pale waist,
Pulling me in.
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