You write in red marks and purple bruises on my skin
Love letters in teeth, tongue and lips
My responses are left
Hanging in the air
Everywhere my breath catches
Or a soft moan escapes.
You take your thumb roughly over my mouth,
Saliva spreading across my cheek.
your other hand slowly traces down the middle of my body
Penetrating my core with just the littlest touch
I want you to know that such a small thing
A whole punch size area on your middle index finger
Is lightening to me
It erases any other thought but the demanding need between my legs
My skin burns
The air in my chest heats up and expands
It is a tingling, suffocating warmth that sedates me
You guide your fingers in search of the wetness I am dripping.
Its an ocean and you take two fingers and plunge into my rolling waves.
I drip down your arm as you coax moans from my belly
I am trying to sit still but I know you can feel how open my legs have become
It shows in your bitten lower lip.
A feeling of sinking, thick and slow
Are you sinking into me?
Or did the line you trace along my body become a seam that I am folding into?
You bring me back toward your eyes
By slowly pulling your fingers from inside me.
It’s a deep sensation, your warmth leaving me from within.
Jolts me to this side of consciousness
taking your wet fingers up to your mouth.
I shut my eyes and think of the way you taste
As you taste me.
You bring your lips down to slowly savour mine
Speeding up in tempo with my heart and breath
Until I burst at the seams you scored with your finger
For a moment I am not a body, for a moment I am only a body.
Possibly I am just a warm haze floating above your face.