The warmth
Of your hands
On my waist,
The taste
Of your lips
On mine,
The butterflies
You put
In my stomach,
The shivers
You send
Down my spine.
With your lips
On mine,
I forget.
The shadows
Are replaced
By hunger.
I never felt
Like this
When I was younger.
Your hands
In my hair,
Your hands
Everywhere,
Give me
Shivers,
Fill me
With want.
But
The more
You touch,
The more
You'll regret,
So
It might
Be best
To just forget.
