FUNNY STORY....(book of poems by a depressed SMOL BEAN)

Touch-11/3/17

Slowly.
You caress my hand and entwine our fingers.
Calmly.
You carefully place a hand, yet it still lingers.
Lustful.
Your blue eyes make my face burn brightly.
Everytime you touch me lightly.
I love this so much.
I get like this.
Everytime...
You...
Touch.