Your hands roaming my body
Crawling up my shirt
Feeling the soft sensation
Your fingertips gliding across my back
They slip into my hair as we lock eyes
I open my eyes to see
Nothing
But me
Touching myself
The way he just was
In the places I wish he could
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My Love for him in a series of Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote about a boy that I love.
