I crave to touch his skin
in my mind it feels so soft
and divine
In my dreams he lies with his arms around me
the way we used to lay
His hand with
all ten of his fingers
would wrap
around my arms and my wrists and my fingers
Every small piece of him
would be with every piece of me
as to not make our bodies lonely
He’d gently push away a string of my hair
to free the skin lying underneath
as to make room for his lips to kiss all these
undiscovered places.
My hands were to explore him,
tracing my fingers along to wherever they would reach
So then when I would find myself alone
I’d be able to remember all those little places and parts that
I would eventually be terrified of forgetting
I can still recall
how my naked body would move with his
and how we were
in perfect harmony