It is with urgency that I crave that expanse of skin that lies between the eyes and soft locks of your hair. The parts of you that lie so smooth and soft, without friction to cause the eventual callouses that occur with activity and growth.
Yet, it is with even more vigor that I long for the entire breadth of of your neck. The strength of your pulse causing your taut skin to quiver with anticipation. The pulse quickening as the velvet plains of my tongue wash over it in a fervor to relish the bitter taste of sweat that lingers there.
My final resting place is the valley that lies beside the hip. The niche that begs me pay heed to tender nerves that lie beneath. My affections loiter in that hollowed crest until I hear the faint words of want slip past tongue and teeth.