Distorted skin so eloquently decorate the most humane parts of your body.
Like secrets they don't tell unless asked.
Like a common cold in a sea of people, they go unnoticed unless exposed.
Your exterior sensitive to the creases of my ear, to the soft moisture of my lips speaks a language of unforgettableness, a dialect of courage.
Your exterior bleeds a complex memory of your complicated past with the presence of my passionate eyes gazing down on a riveting silhouette of your delicate body.
From my view, your distorted skin is like lotus to me.
Heightening my senses, painting my portrait of you I send you chords, of me.
Owner of my hands, they meticulously swim in ways that you and I become experts at imagining.
They too act like remedies to the discoloration, creating refined colors of me in your scared skin.
Colors that sing my embrace of you in notes of caress, protection, and warmth.
Like a blackout, scars remind you of bile destroyers preying on the creative minds of innocent youth.
Like secrets they don't tell unless asked.
Like a common cold in a sea of people, they go unnoticed unless exposed.
Your exterior sensitive to the creases of my ear, to the soft moisture of my lips speaks a language of unforgettableness, a dialect of courage.
Your exterior bleeds a complex memory of your complicated past with the presence of my passionate eyes gazing down on a riveting silhouette of your delicate body.
From my view, your distorted skin is like lotus to me.
Heightening my senses, painting my portrait of you I send you chords, of me.
Owner of my hands, they meticulously swim in ways that you and I become experts at imagining.
They too act like remedies to the discoloration, creating refined colors of me in your scared skin.
Colors that sing my embrace of you in notes of caress, protection, and warmth.
Like a blackout, scars remind you of bile destroyers preying on the creative minds of innocent youth.
They stick out like red ink on white paper, drawing lines
messing up the white flow of things.
But like honey drops, I give you sweetness to your brain.
By trusting me, I softly and carefully control the hindbrain as your respiration and heart rate become in tune with mine.
Like the cerebellum, I coordinate your movements releasing pleasures to every hidden corner of your physique.
Climax.
Your endurance allows me to sow such a desire in that distorted skin as you give me access to the forebrain of your heart.
Babe I want to be the cerebrum that validates your own
ambitions, your own worth, your beauteous essence.
Your scars to me are more than just marks, but highlighters pressed on the inside and outsides of my caramel skin.
I share that lovely distorted skin too.
Skin that shows me who you are, that shows me you are respect.
-Arnelle W.
messing up the white flow of things.
But like honey drops, I give you sweetness to your brain.
By trusting me, I softly and carefully control the hindbrain as your respiration and heart rate become in tune with mine.
Like the cerebellum, I coordinate your movements releasing pleasures to every hidden corner of your physique.
Climax.
Your endurance allows me to sow such a desire in that distorted skin as you give me access to the forebrain of your heart.
Babe I want to be the cerebrum that validates your own
ambitions, your own worth, your beauteous essence.
Your scars to me are more than just marks, but highlighters pressed on the inside and outsides of my caramel skin.
I share that lovely distorted skin too.
Skin that shows me who you are, that shows me you are respect.
-Arnelle W.
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