If clothes could speak
You'd be the fragrance
They'd wear.
A kiss to remind them that they too, are alive.
Welcoming you with open lips
& arms.
If clothes could speak
They'd be fluent in speaking you.
Touching you in a way that you don't touch yourself,
Knowing the chance may never
Come again.
They'd reveal to you, that you were the one
They couldn't wait to uncover

I used to be scared
Of what will happen to me
Whenever a guy touches me
A touch that will leave a scar
That's unseen to the world
A touch that will end up a disaster
Forced ****
It begins with a touch
Then a kiss
So I fear when someone touches me

But when you touched me for the first time
And kissed me on the lips
I was prepared for the worse
Yet you proved me wrong
Your touch was gentle
And your kiss was loving
It was a touch
I wish would last
So touch me again
Because I know I won't end up broken again
Touch me again
Because I want to feel your gentle side once more

you remind me of quiet weekends —
of breezy morning air touching skin,
of warm bright sunlight touching skin,
of silent calm waves touching skin,
of bed silk covers touching skin,
of skin touching skin.

I feel all that
Your touch
Your presence
Your breath
But can’t tell if it’s you I’m looking at