Lying in bed without you
My hands are cold
I don't like the way they feel on my skin.
My body lacks the fire that you inspire.
I have become frigid.
Body absent of longing.
Mind apathetic.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 1:31 PM UTC
Lying in bed without you
My hands are cold
I don't like the way they feel on my skin.
My body lacks the fire that you inspire.
I have become frigid.
Body absent of longing.
Mind apathetic.