My body aches.
It aches for your touch,
Your lips on my neck
Your hands on my hips,
Your chest against my chest.
My body aches
To feel your breath on my skin
To feel you pulling me closer
To feel your hands in my hair,
Your heartbeat in sync with mine.
I miss your voice;
Your touch, your smell.
I miss your rough hands
And your soft touch.
I long to trace your scars
To memorize your imperfections and
To be the reason you want to be better.
I want you to want me like I want you.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
My body aches.
It aches for your touch,
Your lips on my neck
Your hands on my hips,
Your chest against my chest.
My body aches
To feel your breath on my skin
To feel you pulling me closer
To feel your hands in my hair,
Your heartbeat in sync with mine.
I miss your voice;
Your touch, your smell.
I miss your rough hands
And your soft touch.
I long to trace your scars
To memorize your imperfections and
To be the reason you want to be better.
I want you to want me like I want you.
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