do you miss they way that my body feels?
the way that my hips bend,
how my legs shake?
do you miss how i touch you?
how my fingers trace your chest,
my tongue proving my devotion?
does it make your mind burn to imagine someone else's hands on my skin?
YOU ARE READING
disposition
Poetryfor many i have loved, and for my own heart that ive broken. i'm sharing the story, pieces at a time.
