Tremble

Trembling fingers wander carefully along my skin
As if the pads could leave behind deep purple marks,
As if the touch could burn my flesh to ashes,
As if trembling lips could never follow exact paths.
Rushing breath pushes my hair away
And silky strands give way to wandering hands,
To eyes that blink too fast, to lips that moan and gasp,
To waves of fire and ice between your hips and trembling lips
Like avalanches of desire that flood through us.
Unsure actions that ask for permission each inch they travel,
As if the border crossing between my shoulders and my hips
Would be the cause of great offense,
As if I'd stop you from discovering the scars along my skin,
The marks from wear and tear that I keep covered still,
The blood sacrificed tattoos upon my flesh,
The way I fold and bloom at your slightest touch.
Emboldened lips move quickly down my neck,
Teeth grazing the soft skin that never bruises,
Fingers pulling tightly at my flesh
As if I could be absorbed inside your bones
If you just pull me hard enough.
The softest tongue carves runes upon my chest,
It pulls and draws the marks from neck to waist,
He buries fingertips between my trembling thighs
And asks again, for visas to these lands
As if I ever even stood a chance.