Date: 24-01-2016
Touch Me
I could stop breathing
From the way he looks at me
There's so much space between us
But not enough to keep me from falling
Into this fathomless whirlpool of desire
He devours me with his heated stare
And I think it's enough
To keep me right there.
I'd move closer if only I could
Paralyzed in his trance
Of a deep tainted look
Touch me
Make me yours
Perhaps then you'll relinquish
The desire inside.
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Poesía/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
