Skin language

Your fingertips trace the map of my collarbone

A quiet current humming in the dark zone

Underneath the ribs, where the heavy secrets hide

Flesh and bone, pulling with the tide

And then the warmth climbs up to my throat (ooh, ahh)

Every breath we hold begins to float

My skin is speaking in a language we design Down the curve

of my spine, crossing the line (with a touch so sweet) Every

pulse of my heart is yours to keep

Hand on my hip,

a heavy anchor in the storm

We find the place where the cold turns warm

In the curve of the waist,

where the shadows realign

This physical temple,

yours and mine

My skin is speaking in a language we design Down the curve

of my spine, crossing the line (with a touch so sweet) Every

pulse of my heart is yours to keep

Just a pulse, just a touch My spine,

my breath, my skin

(so sweet)