My heart races
from a single touch.
The mere grazing of
my fingertips on yours.
I crave more but
this is enough.
My spine shivers
when you tickle my back.
Trails of fireworks are left behind by
your hands exploring my body.
I want those tingles elsewhere but
this is enough.
You've touched my soul in ways
that no one has before.
Sometimes
less is more.
And I'm scared because
this is enough.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
My heart races
from a single touch.
The mere grazing of
my fingertips on yours.
I crave more but
this is enough.
My spine shivers
when you tickle my back.
Trails of fireworks are left behind by
your hands exploring my body.
I want those tingles elsewhere but
this is enough.
You've touched my soul in ways
that no one has before.
Sometimes
less is more.
And I'm scared because
this is enough.