My skin is still humming from the warm pressure of your lips.
My hair is a little wild from your caresses.
I'm still breathing in the scent of you lingering in the curve of my neck.
You held my hand like a treasured jewel; grazed your lips over my knuckles.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes."
And you listened.
Take me in your arms and rock me to lullabies ancient and beautiful that will heal wounds and give me hope.
Take me away to a place where nobody knows us and I will lean against you and you can whisper in my ear things you don't say.
Take me broken and blackened and burnt and mutilated past recognition and look at me with such clarity that I find myself in your eyes.
Take me on a ride on a long, winding road with no lights and my arms wrapped around your waist and my breath at the nape of your neck, and we'll ride with the wind whipping against our hair.
Take me to your home, my love, and when you fall asleep, I'll put out the light on the candle, I'll put a blanket over you, I'll kiss your eyes and wrap my hands tighter around you.
Take me with care, take me everywhere.
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