A woman's touch

writing is how i cope...

I want a woman’s touch

her nails across my back

leaving trails of liquid streams behind

my back arched to her touch

my heart sinking down to the emblems engraved in my stomach

I ache for a woman’s warmth

I crave it like a rabid dog in need of blood

foam spilling out my mouth/impure

the lightning of her kiss/the cure

Fuck i desire the heat of a woman’s embrace

for our legs to fold around one another

as we listen to the morning birds sing like a choir of angels

the rain pattering on the pavement floor

our eyes locked in the lore of childhood memories

I long to knock on the doors dwelling behind every inch of skin

to know the width of brown covering the white of her bones

for my kiss to be a skeletal key opening unknown/unfelt bliss

for her laugh to pierce the core of my soul

for my chest to be the place she puts her head to rest

Damn I want the experience of a woman’s touch

for us to fall into one another

creating a constellation out of the love

we’ve tethered into our ether

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song of the day: love this song/the whole album. i also intend to make the plans as she laughs and dances around.

website: love you for clicking this heheh

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