my flesh
is your canvas.
your hands smooth over my body
like a paint brush.
my body is covered in goosebumps
adding texture to the picture.
my body is throbbing,
aching, for your brush strokes
long stokes, filled with passion
fast short quick strokes that leave me
breathless, gasping for air.
your hands continue to trace the
outline of my body, like a pen on paper
they graze my *******, your fingertips
grip around my ******* as you twist and
pull.
your lips come into contact with my pale pink ones, your tongue is a satin brush caressing mine, swirling your brush around the inside of my mouth like you were cleaning off the excess paint.
your lips trails off down my neck
your teeth nibble on my skin
creating a masterpiece of deep purple tones.
I crave every inch of you inside of me.

t.h.

A smile danced carelessly across your lips, as I playfully bit mine.

The moonlight peeked through the closed window above your bed, casting shadows that projected a film on your bedroom walls.

We were tucked away underneath the comforter that sat heavy on your mattress, giggling about god knows what.

Our hands were friendly than we thought. Your arms were holding me close to your chest, my fingertips grazed your open palm, we clasped them together.

My head sat upon your shoulder, your lips pressed against my forehead. This would be the moment I fell for you.


T.h.

You linger in my mind. I long for your touch, eyes on me, the feeling of strong hands on my body just once more. I crave the very being of your soul. Everything is telling us to stay apart but if I plug my ears, the only thing I hear is the blood rushing to my beating heart.

t.h.

Whenever I see you I have this ever burning desire to press my lips against yours; it's as if time comes to an halt when our eyes meet. It's wrong for me to lust for you, but it feels so right.

t.h.

I met you when the air was filled with strong winds, the snow was piled up high and roads were icy;

Soon the leaves started to grow back, the flowers blossomed along with gentle a breeze, it rained a lot;

Not long after the air was warm when it pushed against my skin, the sky filled with singing birds;

Later, the wind brought the leaves to the ground, crisp air filled my lungs as I inhaled;

I fell in love with you more and more as the year move along;

But my heartache found it's way in through the open window on a rainy fall day; that's when I realized that the wind can bring in more than just love.

t.h.

Not even the ever changing colors of autumn can compare to your eyes.
Even when every plant dies, your eyes still glisten as if they were a raindrop rolling off a leaf in the spring.

t.h.

Your body is uncharted territory, I want to uncover the secrets you keep hidden under your skin.

Your mind is the ocean, endless. Many of your thoughts, wants, and wishes have been displaced among the passing storms, swept up in countless waves; just waiting to be washed up on shore, concealed as a letter in a bottle.

Your heart is unlike any other wonder in this world, a glowing orb of fire; masked behind  cages of ribs and tucked away from ever reaching the surface by a layer of ivory flesh... never wanting to be found.

t.h.