Listening to the rapid beating of your heart,
pounding like the persistent waves against a crumbing cliff.
The feeling of your hands wrapped around my small, fraile waist,
holding onto me, pushing me
f u r t h e r
into you as our lips
explore each other's mouths, searching for the love we both need.
Your lips taste as sweet as a mango on a hot summer day,
feeling as soft yet aggressive.
You want me.
Taking off my top and exposing myself,
feeling as if I were being watched by the eyes of a thousand Gods,
judgemental over my sins of biting the apple.
But how can something forbidden taste so sweet,
and give such a
rush?
You crave me.
You watch in amazement,
try to memorize my skins pattern,
trace every curve with your fingers as if they were a paint brush and I,
a canvas,
painting me in all my beauty.
Trying to caress every scar and flaw,
so innocent.
You need me.
You handle me so gently, with such care and precision.
I want to feel you
You ask me if it’s okay.
touch me
You hover over me.
come inside
You watch me with such wide eyes, like a deer in headlights.
Welcome.
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