His hands roam through my body as if he's an artist drawing on a blank piece of paper.
His marks will only linger for so long.
Soon they disappear like the last of my cigarette vapor.
His delicate touch has never left my mind.
Even when we're at a distance I still feel as if we are intertwined.
The whispers in my ear. The shallow breaths I don't fear.
The quickness of my heart. The feeling that makes me want to restart.
