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.