Left on your flesh.
The smell of perfume and sweat
Covers my hands and chest.
Each curve and angle I attend.
Next to you, and obedient slave,
I have come to your call.
A junkie trying to quit.
A finger through you hair.
Nails across my skin.
My body shakes,
As I feel your breath.
Waiting in anticipation;
Craving to see what lies beyond,
Warm sheets wrap around us
Entwining us like a serpent.
Pilliows and clothes lie scattered,
Like the passions we felt.
Warming edges creep through the window
Helping those savage feelings
Claw to the surface again.
Your hair cascades over my shoulder.
My hands explore your fleash.
I look to see your eyes open with desire.
Is it about to begin again?
