Dust it off

Let me trace your edges with my bare lips without even touching them, let me expose the

tension between your fingertips and my surface, let me guide you along the path through

my chest, infiltrating my heart, chasing its rhythm. I’ll slowly unravel my tongue near your

ears and fill them with words that I can barely understand.

You could touch the space between the silence and the vibration of every noise, you can

taste my scars, and I’ll tell you where they came from, and revisit all the hands that have

made the same journey through me.

I’ll ask you to leave something behind while I sail across your infinite back, appointing

your neck as a place to settle.

Let me stay, for now, let me claim you and say please, beg you for a little more, a little

softer, a little higher. I won’t let you call me yours, yet my stories for tonight will be, and

I’ll keep them going until my hand can no longer manage the certain shiver. Let me close

my eyes until the vacancy flows over our heads, let me savour every moment, find the

musicality in every movement. Let me dispose of all senses and see where your body ends

and mine begins.

And by the end, when you can almost see the scent of my climax, the tasteless howl

caressing your face, maybe then I’ll let you wander through my mind, hold me, and

leave.