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.


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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