i crave your touch.
every day i think of your soft hands, roaming my body freely at no expense.
i think of your silky black hair and how badly i want to run my fingers through it.
i think about your mind, and how i want you to realize that your body is just as beautiful as your mind.
but, i'm also afraid to be touched by you.
i'm afraid that as soon as you touch me, i'll run for the hills because i've never been touched so intimately before.
i'm afraid that if you touch me, i'll be yours. i won't be my own anymore.
don't touch me.
please touch me.
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thoughts about you
Poetryjus some thoughts i have about you. you'll never find this but i need to get it off my chest somehow. enjoy, or don't.
