one life. one encounter.
You take off your clothes for me
with abandon showing
Rivers of ink beneath the surface of skin pool in patterns proclaiming stories within.Written in cleansing pain,a testimony to…
Every night I countthe excuses you’ve left on the table,stacked cards telling me anythingbut ordinary truth.
We are building the road to Heaven;a stretch of stares climbingsurely but slowly into a final embrace.
I want to touch your lipswith my lipsto close my eyes and pourthe senses of my fingersinto those pink parts of meand feelyou.