It was hard to imagine how you felt through another person's touch.
Was it rough.
Satin cuff.
A care yet is not much.
If you cared how you felt through another person's touch. Would you sleep, would you lie in bed
Until the essence of beauty has
Caught up with you
I sense a shivered finger
Raised lumps upon arms and skin
Linger
It takes some time to wonder, who touches quite touching they touch like this
A slow emotion open, like flower
A caress of bone structure body tower
Oh to while away a simply splendid needn't cower, soon a sour
but sought for power
This long wating hour.
