My body

I wasn't enough for my own skin. Thoughts and words and feelings that lay beneath my flesh were shadows.

I lay dormant, like a spirit waiting for a fresh corpse to possess; a spirit who has known nothing more than the sheltered warm bodies it clings to for centuries until they turn to dust.

A wraith in the making, I hovered, afraid to touch my translucent feet to the ground, worried that any hearts I reach for would crumble in my grasp.

My body was meaningless to my spirit.

But now, on my knees for you with my lips wrapped around your cock I hear the blood rushing in my ears, I feel the warmth of your skin and I taste another meaning of life.

Your hands force me to move for you but my body does not crack and crumble. It glows as you bring weight into my weightless limbs. My near invisible hands take form as they touch your hair, your neck, your lips.

Galaxies burn bright from afar but get too close and they burn so purely they destroy everything that touches them.

But though I am made of a million stars I do not destroy you when you traverse the vastness that is me. Your hands are down my pants, your fingers rubbing circles into my clit and your lips are devouring mine with a ferocity I couldn't fathom had I not been experiencing it. You touch my body and somehow touch my soul.

My body carries new meaning, born again in the womb of pleasure.