Mouse_Mango

Mind Melt

A game of doctor

My tongue on your skin

Circling your nipple

To what end

 

I trail my hands down your chest

Starting at the top

 

Indent, by indent

Bone, by bone

Down to your navel

 

My lips drag

To a slow follow

 

For what is to follow

Is only played out in the dark

In the hollow, in the quiet

 

This game of doctor

Is best left

To be played in the dark

 

And as my pen drags across the paper

Its melted from my mind