Run your fingers across my skin.
Feel the imperfections.
My dress falls.
Bare. Blank. Stare.
Caress my skin.
You've only felt the surface of me.
I am not naked.
Yes you have felt me.
But, have you felt with me?
My skin is the surface.
My mind is me.
Do you know my deepest secrets?
Have you felt. Me bare.
Touch me. Hold me. Break me.
Rip the clothes off my skin.
Feel me. Tease me. Love me.
The creases of my skin.
They are beautiful, don't overlook it.
Bruise me. Hurt me. Know me.
Have you roamed every inch of me?
Do you know why I wanted your hand in places.
So my sounds spoke sweet melodies instead of sour notes.
My skin knows your touch
A touch. It won't forget.
YOU ARE READING
Insecurity melody.
PoetryPoems I write when something comes to mind. if you are a female with problems with boys, your body, or mind. this is for you loves. tysvm.
