October 2018
I long for your hand to touch my face again, my body and my soul...
because you have touched it in a way no one else has had the opportunity to.
I long for your eyes to stare into my very own...
and all this whilst we're laying in a messy bed at midnight, with little to no light.
Though I wonder.. do you long for my touch too?
© photo taken by Jackson David (found on Unsplash)
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The Sweetest Taboo
PoetryA collection of my very, very short poems © cover photo taken by Camille Brodard