Touch by Zoe Grace

Jun 2020

Touch

Whispered words
Hushed tones
Breath that quickens
Face that reddens

Trembles take over
Shaking, reaching
Sweat starts to form
Your touch frees me

You see a side of me that nobody else does, H.

Written by

Zoe Grace 16/F/NSW, Australia

(16/F/NSW, Australia)

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