Your fingers
Your fingers,
your touch
I want.
So warm,
so soft,
trembling.
On me
my skin
awaits.
They brush,
my pulse
quickens.
My chest,
hollow,
wants more.
Your fingers,
your touch
I want.
So warm,
so soft,
trembling.
On me
my skin
awaits.
They brush,
my pulse
quickens.
My chest,
hollow,
wants more.