mas/skin

she stands here..remainded of u
last time it was perfect
she feels how it looked
deep chocolate coverd in milk
her all over u

she embraices the memorie
and exceleration runs through her vains
all inside her, warms by the idea of her love
the hair on her stand when his fingers come around
his touch moves them to show love is there.

touch is their way of loving each other
as she remembers all the good
all the laugh, all the sleep, all the dreams
she knows not only the eyes can see
not only the ears hear this story
is with her that all things rebel
in an iternal end of emotions.

my skin...my skin carries our testimony.