If anyone knew
they would say we’re moving too fast.
But we didn’t ask
and this is just between us.
I’m scared of intimacy but not with you
Call me baby, run your hands through my hair
I want to know what loving you feels like
Tell me your fears and I’ll show you all my scars
I don’t want to hold back when it comes to you
On the boardwalk
The salty air stirring my hair
The soft rain pitter -pattering
and waves crashing
Like a background radio.
My hands danced up your torso
You squeezed my hip
And kissed me like I’m yours.
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October 14, 2017 12 Comments
I stare at your hand as you drive
butterflies crawling up my throat
I know you dangle your hand between us
as a silent invitation for me
so sweet but yet still I’m scared
because I’ve been turned away
and left behind enough to mar my skin in burning scars.
But you break through my thoughts and these aged walls
with a gentle hand on my knee you soothe my burning
and I wish to lean across the seat and kiss thank yous
on your neck but for now my fingertips do the talking.
Fear never seems to choke your words back down
declarations of yearning and compliments
freely flow from your lips.
I wish I could be as open and raw for you
Instead my lips mumble against your neck
and my smile whispers affections.
I hope as you learn me, I can teach you my secret language.
But more than that, I hope to grow as bold for you as you deserve.
You deserve love, loud and resolute. For you, I will scream in an echoing tunnel.
On a bench you put your arm around my shoulder
with your thumb tracing the intimate touch on the back of my neck
the soft lapping of water as it kisses the dock cocoons us in this moment
I watch my fingers dance from your hip to your knee
were both building up the courage to go after what we so deeply need.
our bodies humming with shouts of yes but my breathe is as still as prey in the wild
And then you strike, so sweet in your killing.
your delicious taste on my lips as you tug them closer.
and when you pull away I can’t help the plea in my mind
that begs to know how soon I can be killed again.
I love the way you feel that’s why I’m on full body contact press
the way your lips flutter up the side of my neck
and the fire when your teeth sink into my bottom lip
your hand caressing my collar bone before digging into the thick of my hair
my hands move like clockwork from your hips to your ribs to the easing curve
of your neck to the heat of your chest and back again
until there isn’t an inch I have touched.