your legs under mine,
curled around me
hands warm on my back
like your lips
soft and hot on my own.
you awaken a field of flowers
in my stomach
blossoming all at once
and you tug at something in my chest
things i am no longer used to.
it has taken a while to trust that your teeth
won't break through skin
when you know i'm already close to shattering on you.
the colors that seep through
my skin the next day make me feel
like your canvas
and i can only hope you will continue to
give me your art and i will continue to inspire
because the way your hands feel on my neck
and my hips
and the way it feels to come undone on top of
or under
or beside you
is the most beautiful medium of art
i have ever been blessed enough to experience.
second only to the way you hold me afterwards.
second only to the way you hold me afterwards.
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