I laid there.
next to you.
lingering deep just to feel.
fingertips caress my cheek.
porcelain skin melts me.
soft whispers condemned me yet made me alive.
time and time again I died.
in the soft hands of you.
a kiss becomes my weakness.
a touch becomes the heat I need.
the fire I crave.
your blue eyes haunts my stare.
your blonde long hair kissing the back of my hand.
yet your touch.
The touch I missed.
was nothing but Love.
©darkmocha
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