i've never been kissed.
no one has ever pushed a few stray hairs out of my face,
lightly touched my chin,
and pressed their velvet lips against mine.
i've never been caressed.
no one wants to slowly drag their fingers up my thigh
or hold my hand until our palms are both sweaty.
i've never been held.
no one has ever put their body against mine
so i could feel the rise and fall of their chest
synchronized perfectly with mine.
i've never been loved.
no one has ever written me a poem
so sappy, i couldn't decide whether to melt or laugh.
no one ever will.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
i've never been kissed.
no one has ever pushed a few stray hairs out of my face,
lightly touched my chin,
and pressed their velvet lips against mine.
i've never been caressed.
no one wants to slowly drag their fingers up my thigh
or hold my hand until our palms are both sweaty.
i've never been held.
no one has ever put their body against mine
so i could feel the rise and fall of their chest
synchronized perfectly with mine.
i've never been loved.
no one has ever written me a poem
so sappy, i couldn't decide whether to melt or laugh.
no one ever will.
