I could press my words between
the delicate pages of your skin,
and I could seal your lips with
each unspoken word from my kiss.
I will do exactly that.
I could scribble my unceasing
yearnings into the creases of your
neck, and paint my undying desire
on the inside of your thighs.
I could pencil your name on
every inch of the walls of my heart,
and embroider the feel of your skin
on the tips of my fingers. You live
within me, pulsing my blood to
its highest temperature.