goosebumps on your neck arise from my breath,
like an open field of daisies.
your fingers caress me,
your lungs breathe my name.
i trace your skin in hopes my touch will stain...
lips soft like rose petals, and eyes that taunt me,
two long lost souls, and you finally found me.
YOU ARE READING
In My Skin
Poetrya series of words stitched together as a result of my brain vs my heart. enjoy.
