Such brief pleasure
Your presence
The smell of your hair, your neck
I hold on for dear life
So many things left unsaid, undone
Pages unturned
Questions unasked
The curves of your body unexplored
The sensation of you, molded into me
In the late morning hours
In a strange place, an unknown bed
Left to remain in the imagination
The fear of feeling something
Got the better of me
The fear of feeling THAT feeling
Paralyzed me
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Such brief pleasure
Your presence
The smell of your hair, your neck
I hold on for dear life
So many things left unsaid, undone
Pages unturned
Questions unasked
The curves of your body unexplored
The sensation of you, molded into me
In the late morning hours
In a strange place, an unknown bed
Left to remain in the imagination
The fear of feeling something
Got the better of me
The fear of feeling THAT feeling
Paralyzed me
