II Senses XV: His Hands, Your Memory


For every hand

That lands on my skin,

I think about your fingers

Running through my body

Leaving shivers

on every inch they get to touch

For every mouth that

plants tiny kisses on mine,

I think about your lips

Tracing my neck

And leaving marks

As proof of your presence

For every movement that shakes

my humanity to the core,

For every thrust that sends

shudders of pleasure down my spine,

For every pounding as strong as the beating of my heart,

For every man who goes through my body,

I think about you

And how I’d still want you

to bury yourself

deep within inside me.

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