One night of exploring finger tips
in exchange for seven years of a debt paid
in skin cells.
Feeling the invisible scars you left behind.
But it’s a debt I’d gladly pay again; because…
There’s nothing more alluring than the feeling of your lips, against
The slightest touch gave me goosebumps,
while my body was pulsing,
as you made shapes with the tips of your fingers,
down my back.
Your whispered breath made me beg for more,
that’s all I ever wanted,
But I guess I’ll have to settle for whispered promises
that died on drunken lips.
Seven years is an awfully long time for my skin to forget your touch,
and the way it felt,
as your finger drunkenly etched shapes into my skin,
that I’ll wear as scars forever.
Or at least for the next seven years.
A debt I’d gladly pay again.