Clothed With Your Lips

Your smile feeds into the pores of my skin
A bare figure I am, but clothed with your lips
Your finger tips create the fabric of my garments
A kiss compiling every stitch

I'll stop you
And pull you closer
On top of me
I'll ask you to feel me
Touch me
not with your hands
But with your heart
Not with your kiss
But with your eyes

And with your mind, I'll ask you this;
Be free
The ocean of your thoughts must calm its waves.
Allow it to be a gentle crash of liquids.

So with your kiss, find me
With your hands, notice my faults
With your eyes, follow me
with your heart, be with me