I've been studying the human body my whole life, but when I touch you, it's like I've forgotten all of it.
My breath hitches in my throat and my hand glides along your thigh. You should be melting under my touch, but its the other way around. When my fingers trail your soft skin, I forget everything I've ever known. The only thing that makes sense to me, is what I feel.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts
Poetry...from stories I will never write. Here are some things I would love to write in books but never have time to write.
