Skin

His skin is the silk sheets I want to sleep in,

My cheek gently on his as we rest.

Limbs wrapped around limbs,

Hands reaching for more, always more,

My soft breast against his smooth chest--

Nothing goes untouched.

I know every bump on his body,

Every curve, every shadow.

I trace lines on his skin through the night,

Drawing invisible reminders,

Feelings he won’t forget when the sun rises.

He listens to my heart in his dreams,

And I wonder what it is he hears.

To me it is blue, to him, something true.

And so with him, I sleep.

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