How can I say this?
It feels too intimate
Like first blush,
the pass of heat against my skin
The warmth of your hands sinks into my marrow
As my body becomes alight with the tenderness of your touch
Touch me, break me, become me
Everything I am, I am not
As you worship what I've become.
I burn for the kind of yearning only you can provide.
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 2:13 PM UTC
How can I say this?
It feels too intimate
Like first blush,
the pass of heat against my skin
The warmth of your hands sinks into my marrow
As my body becomes alight with the tenderness of your touch
Touch me, break me, become me
Everything I am, I am not
As you worship what I've become.
I burn for the kind of yearning only you can provide.