I just want you to hold me, so so tight just wrapped up and held so tight and I just want to be touched a little all the time, a hand on the thigh, head on the shoulder all of it I love it. but I'm so touch starved I cry about it. a small graze of the hands as we exchange gaze gets my heart racing and gives me butterflies and I wish so much that it didnt.
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little thoughts
Poetryjust me putting my emotions into either poems or little paragraphs