bedtime story

saturday 27th october @ 02:08

i want to write my life on your body. to ink my pleasure and pain over your precious curves. my violet words absorbed into your skin, embedding my past into your soul. turning your stained palms to meet mine. i want to feel you breathe with every comma, every pause. to hear you murmur at my insistent touch. to whisper as i fill your heart with mine. and maybe you could print your life upon my flesh in return. trace my spine with your story until you reach my toes with an expectant open-end. wash me with your words until i drink them in and taste every drop. tell me a tale, and i will try to find an ending with you.