He has lips of a sweet plum’s paste,
thick, warm, and textured.
They kiss in layers,
peeling back the pages I’ve written outside of his arms.
They undress my shoulders as they make their way down my neck.
A gentle, but apparent, graze of teeth…
reminding me this skin is something other than leather, as they ski rather deftly down the slopes of my steadfast contour.
Eyes that serve a thanksgiving’s feast of warm hugs, and gentility-
pour a warm sensation over my body like the slow purposeful tipping of a gravy boat.
I’m greedy.
These moments don’t belong to me.
Those reassuring quirks that live within the realm that is you, are a delicacy.
Something to be savored, like a rare caviar,
BUT
I was never a pampered being.
I was never taught how to accept a gift without nervously throwing one back, returning the gesture.
I was not learned how to sip slowly on a cold, revered beverage.
A polite patience I adopted, but, in all truth, danced around.
The absence of your radiator-like skin reminds me of how cold sunny California can be.
The cold sheets that you have clearly slept outside of, remind me to see the things most people step over in their paths.
Mostly, because I long for you.
Your sincere attention to detail.
Your honest regard for others, including myself.
I wish you here so often, that I have come to plant you within my life by adopting your very defining principles.
I am impatient with my wishes, but i shrug that
by being the love I feel while in your arms.
These moments, however they well in the crooks of my eyes, are filled with immense emotion.
And I swim in the joy (and sadness) I feel within that headspace, even if only for a moment.
And that, that is plenty.
<(for now.)>
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I love the line The absence of your radiator-like skin reminds me of how cold sunny California can be” your imagery is beautiful and really visceral. Keep up the good work!