Every Part

Getting in line behind you, I could just see the skin of your neck peeking out from behind your tied-up hair… Arcing down to your shoulders…

Every part of you. Every. Damn. Part.

Does me in.

I'm done. I'm cooked. I can't sleep for thoughts of my lips pressing against the back of that neck… Hot breath sending shivers down your spine…

And your spine… God how I long to know what that line down the middle of your back looks like, how it feels under my gentle touch, stroking from the base of your neck to your tailbone…

What do your toes look like? I could have seen but I am a gentleman… If I kissed your big toe, would you like it? If I ran my fingers from your heel up and up the back of those legs, gently, barely touching… would you like that?

Could I turn you over, and kiss your belly?

Your arms, your lips, your chest, your fingertips, those astonishing eyes… do I truly need to go on?

Every. Freaking. Part.