Your touch The sweet way your hands ran across my skin The taste of your lips upon my neck The warmth you fueled in me A feeling I only read A feeling I did not trust for so long A feeling I wanted to share with you Your fingers mapping out my body my curves feeling every secret I held dear Your desire to see more To feel my body around yours But yet for every interaction despite the warmth the fire the trust you always found a wrong at least one thing I should change about myself one thing to change to be yours
And yet after all this time I just want to feel again even if you make me cold in the morning when your absent Even when I can't have the family I long for Even when I know its wrong
I just want to feel wanted even for a hour just once more to remind me I can still do something good
When life leaves you with nothing, is there anything left to sell when you have nothing left?