The words on her fingertips

Caressing his skin,

Misshapen scrawls with curly tails

And a heart to dot the i

With a kiss.

Punctuation shrugged off

To let the letters run free

And mingle to form new meanings

Of their own.

With her lips she draws them together

Kissing his every inch to colour her tongue

A new shade that tastes of him,

Peeling off his skin to replace it with her own,

Just enough warmth between them

To make it through the night.