Ouch: i'm still not over you

that shirt

i'm sleeping in that shirt tonight

i can feel your touch on it still

this piece of cloth

the barrier between your hand

dancing across

my waist, down my hips

gosh you don't know

how much i missed

you, your touch, your mind swirling rush

your gaze, attempts to hold my hand

damn.

your smiles got me wild

it's got my breath stifled

maybe i'm not just a child

and if you want me like that

you know i'm always here

sleeping in that shirt

stained with your fingerprints

i think you will never wash away

and i swear i won't forget