Your skin, my paper.

My fingertips are a fountain pen.

Across your skin is written the words I cannot speak.

Each one a new creation of the thoughts within myhead.

I could take your heart, a coded novella,

And unlock the secrets inside to uncover a story greater than that of 

Romeo and Juliet.

Our love won't end in daggers, no.

Even though our tongues are double-edged,

My words will come softly.

But 

All

At

Once.

Flooding you with a sense of what you've never known before. 

And in these palms, under my sleeves, I hold secrets that you,

With a tender tug,

Could easily uncover.

Your skin will become my greatest poem.

Words and emotions 

That no finite mind can grasp.