A kiss is my wish
A touch of your lips
Will make me satisfied
I admit it wouldn't be enough
And I would be asking for another one.
But lets not think of more when I do not even have one.
Touch of skin
Fingertips exploring the surface of your body
Grasping your back as you hold my body tenderly
My chastity concealed
It is better to seclude our desires for a better place to exploit it
But my love
My darling
...if only you weren't
a figment of my Imagination.
We love ourselves because we want to feel love... And that is sad.
YOU ARE READING
If you're reading this, Don't!
PoetryRegrets by a normal human being that, by using poetry, says "sorry" and "is your fault". Who to say it is dedicated it to you the reader? Or to no one?
