Sweet, delicate, tender kisses
Become heated and doused in raw passion;
Fingers roam over bare skin before pulling
At articles of clothing that need to be removed.
Her hand finds its way into my own,
Leading me to her bedroom,
A playful smile dancing on her lips
As she closes the door behind us.
I swallow hard as I watch her undress,
Eyes aglow with a burning fire
That I crave to feel, to experience,
But my own flame dies slightly
As she plays with the bottom of my shirt.
I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest
For a reason other than my appetite for her;
As she begins to pull it up, I flick off the lights,
My panic disguised as urgency.
Her hands follow the curves that make up my chest,
But she stops as her fingers glide over something rough;
I hold my breath as she lets my shirt fall to the floor
And turns on the small light, allowing it to illuminate us both.
I close my eyes and take a ragged breath,
Opening them to see her staring at the cuts and scars that consume
The area above and around my heart,
Her fingers finding their way over each; old and new.
She shakes her head slowly as I turn mine away from her eyes,
Backing up the slightest bit, just far enough from her fingertips,
And flick the switch to the off setting;
Making love the only way I feel comfortable,
With the lights off.
