Post #5510

I crave touch... I'm not asking for much I stopped praying years ago Hands running on my body, in slow mo There's no hand here though I am marred, you know Scared, wanting for waves to carry me, as they flow.. But I won't do so I want it... but it's me who needs to row I want your hands on me Smoothing my soul, crease free And that soft peck of glee That's just what I ask for, trust me But that hold frights me, you see So I'm begging, to be clutched by thee Smothered, not even gasping to flee I'm yours... do me Staring me, what do you see? #poem #review