Senses

 

I miss the sound of your laugh
as I close my eyes tracing my body
where your hands once were
and the feeling of your lips pressed into mine
then pulling me in closer

craving…

I lay alone between these sheets
unfolding in lust to the thought of you

J. Saunders

 

 

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