Path of skins
Crystal flickers of morning light
bathes the spot on his back
Every curve
a scarlet deception
of the night before
His chest raises in slow motion
on his heart
I lay my head down
With hands of a lover
I touch his chin,
trace his jaw to lips
An ache inside
of path of skins
this man is my prison
I am the valleys of his hips
the motion of him and me
Words come from the way we caress,
exhale, and savor
The path of skins is deeper then
love and immortal sins
We walk with our bodies interlace
in the soft candlelight
Shadows roams over his naked thighs
linger on his hips
The path of skins is a walk within
we travel as one.
