I'm young and inexperinced,
It all makes me shy,
The good girl in me
Wants to hold back,
I'm trusting you,
Letting you in,
Show me,
Teach me
The sensations I've never felt.
Trace your finger tips along my skin,
The curves of my body,
Every freckle,
Every ticklish spot
That makes me squirm and giggle.
Every scar,
The ones on my heart,
And the ones shown on my skin.
You outline them,
Curious to know
The story behind each.
Your lips move softly against my skin
Sending shivers up my spine.
Gentle and sweet you connect it all,
With light trace marks
Your finger tips
Map the way into my heart.