forehead kiss

A spot, a pore in my fore-head is tingling and ringing and shooting shivers in me, sweat heady smoke and I melt into the floor and slip, gone to nevermore..

A royal darkness where I play the golden trim, and he spins a wreath around my head, a lovelorn scarlet sin. 

I feel way too much right now. shivering, tingling, numbing.. as though every inch of my skin were light up, each hair on end and skin crawling with the sensations of tender lips pressed up 'gainst my brow.. almost as though the goosebumps on my skin were reaching out, pushing to feel his touch again.

I've never met anybody like you before.