it is not just about ripping your clothes off.
it is not just that.
it is about finding out what's underneath your armor. what lies underneath those layers of soft sweaters.
it is not about strappy lingerie. no.
it is about skin. and what it feels like against another's.
it is not about a model figure. god, no.
it is about you.
to see everything you have, everything you are, everything you carry with you.
it is not about force.
not just that.
it is about the shivers of soft touch. of how cold fingers seek warmth.
it is not about control.
hell no.
it is about a bare neck that surrenders and lips that bow to it's wish. it is about butterflies.
it is about kisses that don't want to die.
it is about new kisses rushing to be born.
it is about fever.
it is about madness.
it is about love.
it is very, very much about the butterflies.
but mostly, it is about you.
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All Feathers and Hollow Bones
PoetryI'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones. My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins. They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away. ○●○● Love letters in verse. From Him to Her. ...
