Romance

You were born of summer And I of winter - Your golden sun-kissed skin so different From my pale snowiness. I could write an epic on your skin alone: The soft silky smoothness of it. Under my hands, under my tongue... The taste of you filling my senses. Let me drown in you Wrap myself in the experience of you, The sensation of you... Let me possess you, take you inside myself - So I can carry you with me, always. You - You make my mouth water. I can't wait to press my lips to you - And bite Into your soft peachflesh.