The prettiest thing I'm wearing tonight is silk.I tell you, you don't believe me. Thinking of your hands and the midnight stretching over my skin. The scent of danger fills your nostrils, but it's foreign and overbearing and I say not tonight, not now. As if I've made my mind up whether or not to keep you.

My hands are cold, I wonder if I can even do this alone. but now is not the time for wonder

You're looking at me with eyes searching questions. I just wish I could find some sort of answers in yours.This thing is like a word puzzle where my mouth wants to say things I'm not sure of. I don't know how i could fit in a sentence you know?

L-o-v-e.

Can you use it in a sentence please?

His skin is soft and his eyes are beautiful. But the only thing I know I truly love,

are his hands.