The Hidden - Caspian/Abbey - Lips

my undoing, as it turns out,
is her lips
a pinkish hue, mixed with
a drop of blood

her lips on my skin
trailing up and down
goosebumps on my flesh
featherweight
my breath hitches and
my heart races

nibbling and soothing and cutting
she tastes blood
but I'm lost in the heat
her hands roaming the canvas
that is my flesh
muscles coiling, tensing
mind relaxing, comforting

the gasps
the moans
the sighs

her lips
her lips
her lips