He Speaks...
He speaks in rhymes and riddles,
he speaks to me with his hands.
With my eyes closed, my back bare
I run my fingers along my skin
remembering his touch.
Wandering hands...
I bite down on my lip
and scratch my nails along
my shoulder
in memory if him.
He speaks to me with his hands
and my body responds.
he speaks to me with his hands.
With my eyes closed, my back bare
I run my fingers along my skin
remembering his touch.
Wandering hands...
I bite down on my lip
and scratch my nails along
my shoulder
in memory if him.
He speaks to me with his hands
and my body responds.
posted by Vanity at 7:27 PM
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