• dijegarba 34w

    When the wind blows and caresses my skin
    I close my eyes and imagine your hand
    When I think of you
    My eyes twitch, longing to behold you

    My hands itch
    They tell me of their desire to be intertwined with yours
    My mind tries to probe the authenticity of what I call love
    But my ears say 'the words I hear, the voice that passes through me, tickles me with sweetness'

    My heart says
    'I think that tall man dripping hotness was made for me'