For once in my life, the goosebumps aren’t from fear

but rather from the way your fingertips sweep across my marred flesh

and your lips graze my chest

as your teeth taste the things that make me a human.

For once in my life, my erratic breathing isn't from invasive terror

but from the overwhelming pleasure of your hand in my hair

and the other on my thigh.

Your sighs and your moans are like a brand new song

and no one gets to listen but me.

For once in my life,

i can feel safe and passionate for something that means more than casual *** with someone who means nothing.