I crave affection.
I crave a pair of arms looped around my waist.
I crave a heartbeat next to mine.
I crave hand holding, and dragging their fingers over my skin aimlessly. Our legs tangled together.
And a chest moving up and down to a rhythmical best.
I crave the most innocent form of affection.
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Throw Away Poetry
RomanceLate night thoughts, that were somewhat stuck between poetic and pathetic. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but feel free to join me.
