recently started writing like i used to again. this is what happened.

[jaimelee]

"fingernails; a study in how i want you:"

so here i am
with my nails at my palms
again
little half moons
blooming all over the meat of my hands
and all i can think
is i could be blooming all over you,
my palms smoothing over your rough face
my half moon claws raking the angles of your arms...
my mouth lusting

ever quietly

after the hollows of your neck and jaw.
instead,
left to my own devices,
my greedy fingers eat at my soft hands
until they've nothing left to hold on to