Poetry · Writing


Lightly trailing my fingers
Up your arm
Across your shoulder
And down your back.

Goosebumps raise,
Chills course through
Your body,
A tiny moan, escapes
From your lips.

It’s the memory
Of your touch
That keeps me sated.
Though the distance,
Separates us,
It doesn’t break us.

Read my words,
Hear them
in your thoughts.
I belong to you.
And you are mine.

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