We’ve never touched
But god how I feel
Your hands all over my skin
The smooth glide of your kiss
Along the column of my throat
Feel your body
Pressed tightly to mine
Your very presence
Scalds me
It’s palpable, pleasurable
Painful
Like everyone else is a whimper
And you’re the gale force wind
It’s a mania, an obsession
Thoughts of you spiraling
Up and around, in and out
Caressing my every moment
Like the lover I need you to be
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
We’ve never touched
But god how I feel
Your hands all over my skin
The smooth glide of your kiss
Along the column of my throat
Feel your body
Pressed tightly to mine
Your very presence
Scalds me
It’s palpable, pleasurable
Painful
Like everyone else is a whimper
And you’re the gale force wind
It’s a mania, an obsession
Thoughts of you spiraling
Up and around, in and out
Caressing my every moment
Like the lover I need you to be
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