I want everything you. The good. The bad. The beautiful.
The you.
I want to look into the blue/green, have your soul stare back at me.
Is it smiling? Finally?
I want to touch your hair. Stroke it. Count the colors. Smell it.
Twist it. Pull it.
I want to run my fingers across your face. Study it. Know it.
Do tears really leave tracks? That cute nose. Those lips.
Oh, those lips! Do you know?
I want you to smile at me. The smile connected to those eyes. Your face.
Not the smile you show the world.
I want to touch my cheek to yours. Will you shiver? Will I?
Can you hear my breath? Can I hear yours?
I want to touch your neck. With my fingers. My lips. My tongue.
Dare I bite it? Should I bite it?
I want to caress down your arms. Afraid to find out what’s there.
Yet, I need to know. Its you.
I want to taste your scars. I want to ingest them. Understand them.
Will you let me? I am not afraid.
I want to breathe on your stomach as it breathes for you.
Listen to your heartbeat as close as I can.
Feel life flowing through you. Good.
Touch the little hairs as they stand on edge…
I want to smell you there. Touch you? Are you afraid? Excited?
I don’t know either.
I want to rub your thighs. Your calves. Your feet. Suck your toes.
This is you, head to toe.
The you I have to know.
I want to roll you over, get to know the other side. The toe to head.
The you no one has seen until me.
Do you want to be seen? I see you.
I want to message your feet. Your calves. Your thighs. Make you relax.
Feel comfortable? Can you sleep yet?
I want to run my fingers up to your back. Smile at the sign along the way.
Kiss it. Trace it. Know it. Know myself.
I want to see the strength in your shoulders. Funny. They look normal.
I know they are not. They’ve carried so much.
I want to taste you from behind. I know you smile. I can’t see, but I know.
That’s you. I know. Wanting to smile. But will anyone see it?
Does anyone try?
I want the whole you. The beautiful. The bad. The good.
The everything you.


 
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