My skin is waiting...

[disenchantedenchantress]

 My skin is waiting and needing your touch.

Sometimes I know that I want it too much.

Your fingers need to run down my spine,

Spelling it out that you should be mine.

Your lips on my shoulders, caressing my neck

No words, no sounds, as you make me your wreck.

 

The sound of my heartbeat quickens its speed.

You can see in my eyes how deep is my need.

I want you to hold me tight in your arms

To hide me in darkness from all else that harms.

Safe from a world that I do not fit in

Safe from a world that considers this, sin.