Your hands. Your skin.

Missing someone's touch and more

I don't know if I'll ever get over
Wanting to kiss your neck
To walk my hands along your skin
While you keep trying to drag it back up
Underneath your shirt
Which keeps riding up
I don't know
that I'll ever stop thinking
Of kissing you
Of having your hands on me
Your body succumbing
And riding in waves
Along with mine
While your breathless words
Fill the air
In the midst of our kisses
In the midst
Of the love
we had.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. Had the feel of personal thoughts and conversation. I like the use of touch to bring to life love and need. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Elie Marie]

Hey- Thank you so much for all your feedback :) and for reading my poems. I really appreciate it!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. I enjoyed your poetry.