I crave your skin against mine
When our fingers intertwine
I'm glad that you're mine
You breathe life into me through your moans
And paint my soul with your breath
I love your lips on my neck
I lust for your soul
and make love to it through your body
For your bones would mean nothing
If they did not house your being
The fact that it's you gives this meaning
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Poetry for Demisexuals
RomanceI identify as Demisexual so I just wanted to write poems that I felt embodied more what that means to me. This is something I do not usually share since a lot of people do not believe it to be a real orientation or say it is just trying to be specia...
