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My skin remembers your touch
more than it remembers any other
texture. It yearns for the feeling
of your body against mine.
When I am near you, so badly
I want to press myself
against your being;
our bodies colliding,
almost seeming as if
we are one.
But there is something
inside of me that holds myself
in my place, and I wait
for your hands to come
and find me. But when
they don’t end up searching
for what I have to offer,
I have to go on the hunt for myself,
and show you exactly what it is
that I have been looking for;
the tender feeling of your embrace.