Shivers down the length
of my spine
as I relive the art
on my neck;
Is this love?
Feather soft wings tickle
my insides
as I relive the warmth
that was your touch
on my skin;
Is this love?
My toes curl up and hide
in the palms of my feet
as I relive the back scratching,
forehead kissing, and
leg rubbing
that I thought
made up for the fact
that you never called.

I hid;
behind a charade

Little did I know,
Charades isn't fun if you play if to long