Enough

seduction.
shadows like spiderwebs.
smooth.
deliciously warm, like honey pooling in your bloodstream.
velvet, soft yet stark
free yet trapped, like abandoned parking lots.
caught.
words sticking in the back of your throat,
fingertips shuddering along your spine,
the tremble of lips and
blood rushes up, determined to break through the barrier of skin,
cream and peach, muted tones,
an burning exhale against
a single curl,
Goosebumps,
every indictation of a scream in that whisper of sound.
 

all i have, but
it has to be
enough.
amanda.