scribbles.

his fingers trace the most intimate parts of her body.
the parts that hold and express all of the feeling and emotion contained behind her mask.
from forehead, to eyebrows, nose, cheek, softly across her lips, down her neck, across her shoulder, straight down her arm to her hand. he holds it with meaning.
his fingers give her goosebumps.
chills that feel like leaves restlessly blowing in the bitter wind of autumn.
chills that turn into the warmth of the spring sun shining its light onto an untouched field of blossoming flowers.
with her heart like fireworks in the summer, her body quivers under the touch of his hands.