I feel each breath escape my lips
as we move through the dark.
Like a slow gentle writing upon our skin.
A striptease of my words,
as we focus and uncover,
a language of love that begs to be felt,
between two souls living on the edge.
I desire to satisfy your aching hunger
my words wrapping you in the colors of love,
in a wildflower season of lust and longing.
Edging you,
watching you crave more
of what my lips and ink mark upon you
as I delight to tease and taunt.
