I crave your addictive touch
Who would have thought weaning myself off of you would have proved so rough
My back arches in readiness when I think of your name
Imagining what it would be like to call out your name
Yet it’s more than just the touch…
It’s the journey I should be writing of
The journey of the unloved and forgotten that found a haven in somewhere derilect and non forgiving
We are not too familiar in our touch but that’s because our senses are heightened
Over affection is an unnecessary token
For when it comes to it, our passion can smother
Any repression or aggression that the world may reap
It’s always with solace our parts meet
The secret smiles and the little squeezes
Soon become virile and passion ridden bodies, ready to explode with evidence of the true nature of our freak
These feelings, this freak.
Unbeknown before you met me.