Longing
Your lips
have already written stories
into my skin.
All posts tagged: poetry about touch
Touching To Feel You Again
I run my fingertips over the soft skin between my ribs and hip. The divot, the place where your hands touched.
Your lips
have already written stories
into my skin.
I run my fingertips over the soft skin between my ribs and hip. The divot, the place where your hands touched.