Skin

your skin dances
against my skin
and it feels like home
sends chills up my spine
hair rising as you slide your fingers
along the curvature
of my body
caressing my hips
against your own
with ease
so sweetly
your lips
drag about my neck
whispering in my ear
stories we have yet to tell
the future ahead of us
your hands exploring
my inner thighs
searching for a god
you didn’t know
you believed in
the arch in my back
building bridges
to bring you closer
to enlightenment
my nails down your back
pulling you in closer
to taste
what it means
to be happy
to be home
in my skin
in your skin
stories we have yet to tell
the future ahead of us
a god
we didn’t know we believed in
a heaven
we reach
together.

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