You're soft
Wait that came out wrong
I mean, your hands are soft.
I like the way it feels when my fingers trace your palms, asking for permission to embrace your hands.
I like how your arms feel, the softness as my fingers find their way up them to your bra straps, pulling them off and...
Tracing down the edges of your spinal cord, finding my way to places you didn't know about, places you wouldn't want anyone else to touch. Only me.
I like tracing your jawline, caressing your face as I plant my lips against yours
That is the moment I like the most. The one that gives me goosebumps. The reasons I get up in the morning.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Young Mind
PuisiIt's exactly what it sounds like. My teachers and friends have pushed at me for years to expose my poetry to more than just them and myself so....that's what this is. I actually don't write a lot of poems about being Trans, but you might find one o...
