I miss the way
Your fingers feel on my skin
How they slid over my back
And down to my waist
Ghosting over my shoulder
And sliding down my thigh
People don’t get to touch me like this
Not often
And the memory of it, makes me shiver
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I miss the way
Your fingers feel on my skin
How they slid over my back
And down to my waist
Ghosting over my shoulder
And sliding down my thigh
People don’t get to touch me like this
Not often
And the memory of it, makes me shiver