Nov 28, 2008 10:27
Distraction like a cacophony but in silence
Mind wandering
music plays
catch their fall, their fallin’ out of the sky
And scenes stolen from my memory begin to spin
To shine
And I can not help the smile that trips over my lips
As they tingle in recollection of a full grin pressed to my own with hunger like starving wolves, predatory but in that succulent soft familiar sheep’s clothing.
I run an errant finger tip
Eyes slip shut reliving that snap shot in time
Scent of hot skin, and a subtle but clean soap smell
The taste of something both musk and spice yet nothing like either
And the kiss still incites me
A rose tint to my cheeks, the gleam in my eye, a fairy light
a touch decadent,
words paint my world