Your fingertips traced every curve of my body
Gently caressing me
As if I were you were scared
That I would break
It almost hurt when
You pulled your hand away
because you made me love every part of me
That I hated
Just by feeling
Your lingering touch
In certain spots
That still radiated through my body
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Your fingertips traced every curve of my body
Gently caressing me
As if I were you were scared
That I would break
It almost hurt when
You pulled your hand away
because you made me love every part of me
That I hated
Just by feeling
Your lingering touch
In certain spots
That still radiated through my body
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