When his fingers traversed along my freezing and weary arms,
cruised a little further inside the trenches of my spent thighs and
navigated across the tropics of my exhausted back,
I could only close my eyes and think,
"oh, this dream voyage has to be a dream indeed".
Back then,
I knew that my worst nightmare would be his touch steering away from my aching and craving skin.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
When his fingers traversed along my freezing and weary arms,
cruised a little further inside the trenches of my spent thighs and
navigated across the tropics of my exhausted back,
I could only close my eyes and think,
"oh, this dream voyage has to be a dream indeed".
Back then,
I knew that my worst nightmare would be his touch steering away from my aching and craving skin.
