Edge

The best part comes when you are standing, and I am sitting
On the edge of the bed.

Your belt buckle under my fingertips.
Your belly fuzz against my cheek.

There is where I love to kiss.
There is where I love to linger.

Loving Bodies

There's nothing I can do about the way others see of me, what they understand of me, what they drink in from my presence.

But I can do that for myself. That is under my control.

There's nothing I can do to teach you how I like to be touched, I can only hope you guess it through my body language. I can only hope you care.

It starts with caring, me, myself, about how I am.

Let's not worry about disilusionment. Lets have some hope on feeling what we desire, at least once, before we trascend into the otherworld.

I´m only another human who likes being touched the right way. Often, very often. Like I'm made of feathers, like my skin is silk, like I'm fragile but resilient to the correct amount of strenght.

I can take it. And I'd love to listen to you while I do.

I can only hope you care. I can only hope you dare.

I can only hope I can read how you like it too. I kow you like to be touched as well, and I'd love to touch you.