12th
The Chill
I’ll start at your lips; the pink, soft half moons invite me to touch them, feel them, caress them with my own. With a daring, extended finger, I’ll map out the ridges that form your face, working my way from the heart that is your upper lip to the green pools of light that captivate the souls of everyone you meet. I am a slave to your gentle beauty, to your mesmerizing touch, to your heartbeat. Gingerly, I’ll work my way up this trail, finding my way through scars too deep to see or heal and through forests of brooding eyebrows focused only on the darkness of the past. Your cheeks go ablaze with the simple passing of my hand; it has made its journey, has traveled terrain no hand had dared to travel before.
You barely breathe as my ice cold hand makes its way down to your bare chest. I’ll go slowly down your neck, feeling your collarbone from east to west. Light filters in from the window, reflecting gold in your gaze; the sunset has begun, and yet your web has me entangled, enrapt, for I know that I am not yet in possession of your heart. As I round your weathered shoulders abused by the weight of the world, you freeze; and, just like that, I have you following my every movement, memorizing my every breath, my every blink. This is the spell that you have bewitched and enchanted numerous girls with, a magic stronger than love and lust combined; but now is the first time that you feel its effects- and not its advantages- for yourself.
I press both hands down onto your chest, feeling its rapid fluttering, savoring the effect only one touch can do. The scent of my perfume lingers on your face, on your neck, on your shoulders, and you can do naught but gasp for breath.
A shared gaze is all the permission I need to perform my final act. I press my face down to your chest, the flush in my cheeks hot enough for me to feel. As your heart pounds, I feel my own and realize that we are in perfect synch, in perfect tune, and, without pause, I begin to hum to myself a lullaby I only recognize in memories past.
In a moment of epiphany, I realize that your heart beat keeps the rhythm to my favorite song and let myself drown in the river of you.
