parts of this poem has been running through my head off and on for a few hours now... Here's where it's going...
My Lover's Skin
The taste of my lover's skin is borrowed.
Leather and steel.
spice and iron
The taste of my lover's skin stuns me
Lavender and cream
Cinnamon and strawberries
The taste of my lover's skin is clean and crisp
I wish I was all fingertips and tongue.
Purity lies
The imperfections
Days of stubble
blemishes and scars
moles and bumps
Character in flaw.
My Lover's Skin
The taste of my lover's skin is borrowed.
Leather and steel.
spice and iron
The taste of my lover's skin stuns me
Lavender and cream
Cinnamon and strawberries
The taste of my lover's skin is clean and crisp
I wish I was all fingertips and tongue.
Purity lies
The imperfections
Days of stubble
blemishes and scars
moles and bumps
Character in flaw.
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And you are probably right about Haunted, but there was a sentiment I needed to express. And if I had used my own words, there would have been far too much profanity.