in a room where darkness is like a thick mist in the air
i slowly slip off his shirt
i caress the smooth skin on his chest
my lips lock his as he unzips my jeans
and the seal is broken when his tender mouth works its way
down my neck to the buttons of my flannel
and as he unbuttons each delicate little lock with his teeth
i weave my fingers through his hair.
i toss my shirt on the floor and am that much more exposed
and i leave marks of passion on his neck and collar bones
while his hands travel from my shoulders to my lower chest
and i let out a soft giggle as his fingers dance along my rib cage.
my pants slip off like a skin that protected me from risk
and he gets up and kneels by the side of the futon
letting me do the same to him.
as he traces lines along my scars,and kisses them slowly, suddenly,
but he holds me and tells me that its okay
and that i am not my demons
and it changed nothing
i am more comfortable than ever before.
i lie back down on the old futon
and his hands go on adventures around my body
from my collar bones
to my breasts
to the inside of my thighs,
he pulls my hair
as he teases me
stroking me fondly
leaving me quietly begging for more