Ink sprinkles your skin,
Whispering through my heart,
Silver glistening on your brow,
Arching me close,
Deep baritone marks the air,
Inhaling the sensual rhythm,

Indigo shades your sight,
Silk threading through my fingers,
Teasing the strings of my soul,
Coal glares, blowing its ashes,
Masking the undeniable heat,
Burning my defenses,

Hands clasped, olive and pasty,
Willowy finger trails my cheek,
Beckoning my willingness to,
Relish your warmth in the,
Deep chamber of my heart,
Crumbling my resolve to dust

Binding Love 1/16/11

© 2011 by knownkonvict

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