They so rarely stutter across my thighs, as you drag your fingers like paint,
every bit of me is coloured with you and your rooted musky scent.
Your lips never have to search long, my brown skin will guide your way. Breathe me in, press me in, before my body leaves, astray.
I need you to rebuild me, the world has all but fell. Hit my target like a feathered arrow, your hands know me oh so well.
Across my waist and up my back I feel your body swell,
trying to find my open spaces, your hands know me oh so well.
Brush my lips with your lingered breath, I promise you I’ll never tell. Touch my cheeks with your tear drops, your hands know me oh so well.
I know we can’t stay here forever, our fire already dwindles. But promise me, you’ll remember me whenever you use your fingers.
Because you dug into my core, and let my hair fall fair,
and while your steadfast hands know me, I might fade, then become air.
So keep me grounded with you, pressed so far into your chest,
and because your hands know me so well, we can finally be at rest
No butterfly kisses as we fall asleep
We’re slumped, we’re spent, a ringing bell
But I know your hands still will find me
Because they know me oh so well