A Body of Inspiration
If you asked me
If I could; where in the world where would I go on vacation
I would reply
To your mountain tops and valleys,
I would watch the sunset in your hair
and the moon rise in your eyes.
If I could be anywhere in the world, where would it be?
In this universe, this state, this city, this block, this house, this bed!
It would be right here on your skin.
I breathe you in as my cheek caresses from your side to your stomach.
My last breath would be between our lips.
I would find new languages down your legs.
I would spend millennia with my head lying on your knees.
It would be as though your knees where a plateau.
I would stare out upon your laying body.
I would watch your universe of wonder.
I would paint on a canvas heart, calculations of the structure of your skin.
I would measure every hair. Mix laughter and love to paint your lips.
I shade the shadows of your neck with a color called seduction.
My lips would hike from your neck to your lower back like they were combing the beaches of paradise looking for your hidden treasure.
I wouldnt be able to breathe spending time in your eyes
I would travel your body and vacation between your breasts.
My day job would be kisses and whispers where your ear meets your neck.
As my hand would tightly rub down your arm our fingers mesh like puzzle pieces.
I would bite your lower lip like finding the ripeness of a tomato.
If I could go anywhere?
I would explore the uncharted territories where your pelvis and your tummy meet.
You turn ever so slightly and your hips take me away.
I would choose the place where I could spend a hundred years awe struck in wonder on how this heaven could be so magnificent, theses curves so sincere.
How every waking moment here is why god invented air.
sash
If you asked me
If I could; where in the world where would I go on vacation
I would reply
To your mountain tops and valleys,
I would watch the sunset in your hair
and the moon rise in your eyes.
If I could be anywhere in the world, where would it be?
In this universe, this state, this city, this block, this house, this bed!
It would be right here on your skin.
I breathe you in as my cheek caresses from your side to your stomach.
My last breath would be between our lips.
I would find new languages down your legs.
I would spend millennia with my head lying on your knees.
It would be as though your knees where a plateau.
I would stare out upon your laying body.
I would watch your universe of wonder.
I would paint on a canvas heart, calculations of the structure of your skin.
I would measure every hair. Mix laughter and love to paint your lips.
I shade the shadows of your neck with a color called seduction.
My lips would hike from your neck to your lower back like they were combing the beaches of paradise looking for your hidden treasure.
I wouldnt be able to breathe spending time in your eyes
I would travel your body and vacation between your breasts.
My day job would be kisses and whispers where your ear meets your neck.
As my hand would tightly rub down your arm our fingers mesh like puzzle pieces.
I would bite your lower lip like finding the ripeness of a tomato.
If I could go anywhere?
I would explore the uncharted territories where your pelvis and your tummy meet.
You turn ever so slightly and your hips take me away.
I would choose the place where I could spend a hundred years awe struck in wonder on how this heaven could be so magnificent, theses curves so sincere.
How every waking moment here is why god invented air.
sash