I swear I’ve never felt skin so soft as hers.

Luxurious, the way silk sheets want to feel.

Her hair, too,

Must have been spun with gentle care.

Each thin strand vibrantly glowing.

She asks to use a darker towel,

After a shower, so the color won't stain.

I want to tell her to leave her mark -

Everywhere.

I want to beg her to paint the walls with her touch.

To roll a little longer in my sheets,

To leave me with anything she can spare -

Something more concrete,

Than an ephemeral memory.

She stains nothing,

But marks me instead -

Bite marks on my lips.

Nail marks tracing my spine.

A new color in my hair.

It had been years since we last kissed.

It may be years again.

Tonight, all that matters is -

When we touch,

We make each other's fantasies come true.

She kisses each of my piercings,

I lick her tattoos.

We caress each other’s scars.

Thanking each other for hurting,

For healing, and rebelling,

For becoming a safe place to nuzzle into.

For being someone who can consume me,

And leave me more whole.