fingertips away.
you haunt me.
fingertips just lingering to be.
lips haunting to taste.
bodies longing to one day close the gap.
this ache.
it becomes you now.
this kiss.
just to remind you what we are.
the fever that leaves a chill.
fingers.
on your porcelain soft skin I wrote my name.
the edge of my tongue.
this ache burns inside you.
yet my tongue painted by the intoxication of what could be your taste.
drunk I seem to obsessed over you.
in the night touching just to be.
to feel something more.
knowing it's just to touch.
and close the gap between you and me.
©darkmocha
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