Tell me that my lips feel the most like home
and that when you're alone
it is me you think of.
Tell me that my hands melt over your skin
like candle wax drip.
Tell me that when you are scared
you close your eyes and I protect you.
Do you know that the most comfortable I have been is settled beneath your skin.
Now tell me why you cry.
Has anyone ever asked you that?
Has anyone ever begged to understand you deep inside of your soul?
Does anyone long to know your favorite color?
Tell me it is the shade of blue my eyes turn when we make love..
Tell me about your scars.
The ones that mark your skin..
and the ones that mark your heart.
Tell me about your first kiss.
Did it leave you breathless?
If you think about it hard enough can you still taste it?
Your first heart break...
You know the one you would never get over...
tell me about the day you did.
Now tell me about the first time we made love
Was it everything you had previously dreamed of?
Did every nerve ending come alive
and did everything melt inside?
When you came
was it like your first time?
Did you look down at me
me looking up at you
and my eyes
were they your favorite shade of blue?
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