He Wrote A Novel On My Skin (by James Leland Ludeau III from Lafayette,LA)
he wrote a novel on my skin
his touch so full of intention
a story unfolds
unfolding
holding
hands in the dark
lighting sparks
lightning in this bed
striking
sizzling
electrical storm
lighting our way
fluid
the flow
consumed
renewed
and if i wrote a note
it's be a symphony
so sweet
and my skin can still feel the touch
the energy left behind
the words telling our story
only seen by me
his touch so full of intention
a story unfolds
unfolding
holding
hands in the dark
lighting sparks
lightning in this bed
striking
sizzling
electrical storm
lighting our way
fluid
the flow
consumed
renewed
and if i wrote a note
it's be a symphony
so sweet
and my skin can still feel the touch
the energy left behind
the words telling our story
only seen by me
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