Arms wrap around your middle,
lips caress your neck
Whispers turn your hair erect.
You melt into a soft body
and hands run up your back,
but they’re not mine,
not anymore.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Arms wrap around your middle,
lips caress your neck
Whispers turn your hair erect.
You melt into a soft body
and hands run up your back,
but they’re not mine,
not anymore.