Saturday, May 24, 2025

Hands touching hands

You make me want


I want to feel you next to me

Your skin against mine

Legs intertwined

No space between us


You make me want


In your giving and my wanting

There is an urgency, a hunger

It leaves us breathless

Eyes closed, chests beating, hands wandering


You make me want


Not more

Not less

This exact amount of

Needing and not needing

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