your touch, my love...
drives me crazy.
your touch is something I constantly crave.
I had never really thought I would crave your touch so much,
after touching it for a little while.
but once our skin stopped touching,
I never wanted to leave.
I crave and crave it.
everyday I miss your lips against my own.
your skin against my own.
your arms around my body.
I miss your eyes looking into mine with that spark.
my love,
I can promise once our skin released from the other,
I had never once stopped craving to touch you skin again.
your hair,
I miss playing with it my love.
your lips,
I seem to almost already forget what they feel like against me.
my love.
soon my love...
I will feel your touch again.
and your touch, my love...
makes me skin tingle and my stomach fill with butterflies.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
