That Was a Good One!

You've got something right there," she says, and leans in close
"Can I get it or would that be gross?"
She runs her fingers across my forehead
And squeezes the pink skin until it turns red
"There's another one here, just off to the side!"
She lifts up the hair I combed there to hide
She pauses and keeps her hands in place
And looks down to me, to see if I make a face
She goes in for the kill, and asks "does it hurt?"
"I've got more," I say and I unbuttoned my shirt

Fingernails pick, prick and prune
And cover me in a sea of red crescent moons

It didn't seem strange when she said "let me see"
And that's the strange thing about intimacy
Her eyes all lit up, she didn't know where to begin
I stared at her face as she studied my skin
"Lay down on your stomach," she softly demands
And sits on top of me, hind-end-to-end
She takes a deep breath and gets down to work
While I bite the pillow and try not to jerk
She's as focused as if working on a crossword
Getting stuck, moving on and doubling back to the deferred

Fingernails pick, prick and prune
And cover me in a sea of red crescent moons

"That was a good one!" she said, already moving on to the next
"Keep going?" she asked, not stopping to check
Putting 2 thumbs together, she pushed down and pressed
I hate all of my scars, but I hate this one best

Fingernails pick, prick and prune
And cover me in a sea of red crescent moons