The smell of your scent etched on my skin,
the touch of your lips ignites my bones.
Touch me with words to remind me that I am alive.
Hold me, gently to make me feel I'm loved.
For love is the language we spoke that filled our void.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 10:40 AM UTC
The smell of your scent etched on my skin,
the touch of your lips ignites my bones.
Touch me with words to remind me that I am alive.
Hold me, gently to make me feel I'm loved.
For love is the language we spoke that filled our void.
