Yearn

In between cool sheets

My fingers touch my skin

Soft

Warm

Tanned and burned

The tips of my nails explore

The scars on my stomach

My velvet thighs

Back up my torso

They travel slowly

Up to my chest

And trace my every curve

Beautiful

How?

How has this skin never been loved?

Let alone kissed

By someone who truly wants it

I yearn to be touched

I long to be loved

Who will he be?

When will we fall?

Heart breaks

Stars fall

My lids drop

I drift to sleep

And deep in the night

Time ticks

Another day over

Where the love I yearn for

Did not exist

Reviews

[Richard🖌]

Beautifully entreating to the senses, Kathryn, and to the heart that hears the voice of a lovely lady's yearning desires to be touched by love and all it brings unto her tenderly abiding pleas.
Sensually scintillating, warmly caressing, your words enjoin imagination so sweetly and fully to respond in kind.
Ah, but that I were able, you'd ne'er know another day or night of wistful wishes in aloneness … I mean, how could such a romantically appealing invitation go unheeded and unanswered by all the admiring men around you.
It is a true conundrum I'm faithful shall soon be remedied to your brightest satisfaction … you're simply too wonderful for it not to.

Warmest hugs of many thanks for sharing more of the amazing wonders of You with Us, Dear Kathryn! ⁓ Richard ; )