I like the dampness on my skin, bound to the ground on a bed of leaves, by choice alone. I am this landscape, interwoven in memories and dreams. I fear nothing here, my safe place alive with the purest of desires.                  
I am never alone here seconds away from touching you. I have words encased in secrecy , they are yours like the ground you walk on. They thrive here, like the ivy wrapped around my heart.

Like your lips on my spine and this freedom I explore. How every light that falls on you captures your flaws, as if it knows I love your flaws. The way your eyes show insecurities that your mouth would never utter. 

You are my fingertips and you drip from my mouth without knowledge. I taste you in every word.