I want to be touched by you again,
I want to feel your fingers against my skin.
I want to feel loved again, just once.

I want to tell you all the things I'm scared to say,
I want to tell you I love you.
But this would be a lie,
We weren't in love,
You saw me as an object, nothing more.

We don't talk anymore,
It's probably better this way,
But as I sit here wondering..
Should I have let you get so close?
Should I have let myself listen to the words you whispered?

It's in the past, that's what you all say,
But this pit of guilt inside my stomach has not left,
It follows me like a cloud...

To call you
is to see you
That you’ll knock
on my door
then undress me
to the bedroom floor

To touch you
is to feel you
As you lay your fingers
on my skin
so gently
it makes my head spin

To kiss you
is to taste you
Kiss me through the night
and let you
hold me tight

To taste you
is to lick you
You kiss me fiercely
as I close my eyes
and lick the gap
between my thighs

To lick you
is to pleasure you
As you continue
to flick your tongue
Hear me moan
like a song unsung

To pleasure you
is to please you
*But you’ll just spend the night
in my bed
and leave me there
when you go ahead

I want you to use your hands;
not to hold
but to caress me.

I want you to use your fingers;
not to point out my flaws,
but to touch me
and give me a tingling sensation.

I want you to use your lips;
not just to speak
but to kiss
and in other ways
to use your mouth.

—
**Can you use
not only your senses
but also your heart?