Yours

Tattoo my soul

With the surface of your fingertips

And each glide of your touch shall be an image outlined from your heart

And with every sweep of your flesh against mine will be another feeling

For anyone yet to experience what I experience

Your eyes tell a thousand stories

Stories yet to be lived

Within the borders of your lids

And amidst the green glowing maze of your iris

I want to be your narrator

Your plot

Your happy ending

Anything but your writer

As long as I am 
Your climax

Your drama

Your suspense

Your romance

Yours