Why am I doing this? But still, your kiss feels so good on my neck. How can I be in this position if it's not reality? I try hard not to think about this between you and me but your touch on my skin, I crave. I try to distract myself from others but nothing can compare. I warm myself against the feel of your hands against my waist. I have no self-control against my emotions. My emotions bear against my skin. Sweat and tears fill my eyes and lust in my heart drives me to the point of no return.
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Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology
PoetryLove poetry from a disabled woman's perspective. WARNING: a bit raunchy! You've been warned :P
