Your touches are sickening, after every touch, every breath I become more and more addicted to the sweet love of your own hand on me. The sweet relief I get from holding your hand. Loving that I'm falling into love with the way of my newfound lover.
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PoesíaHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
