a trail of kisses down my spine
hot breath on the back of my neck
your fingers gently laced through mine
in candlelight or sunlit specks
i want to feel beautiful and sultry – sensual, seductive – appealing, arousing – ravishing and irresistible.
i want to be playful and free – touched, explored and known.
my body is yearning and reaching, and is that so bad after all?
to want to be enveloped and made new – heat on heat, skin on skin?
i want to be a map laid bare – i want your lips to trace the pathways – the secret corridors and hidden trails.
i want you to find me.
and i want to find you.
but i feel stupid for letting any of this mean anything in the first place.
if only, if only, i could cast my body aside –
lay it in some forgotten corner to collect dust and turn pale in the dark.
maybe i can
and maybe i can’t.
(i can.)