You kiss your way up my spine,
my breath stops like the time,
you have to resuscitate me,
your lips on mine.
–S.
You kiss your way up my spine,
my breath stops like the time,
you have to resuscitate me,
your lips on mine.
–S.
The brush strokes remind me of your strokes.
Color.
Intensity.
Pressure.
Length.
Width.
Release.
–S.
I paint your body from memory,
I hope you haven’t forgotten me.
I love your body in my mind,
I can still feel you touching me.
I love your body in my mind,
your words are still caressing me.
I try to touch your body with my heart,
but the universe blocks the energy.
I try to touch your body with my heart,
but I am protected from things not meant for me.
–S.