While my hands elude me to find your grained smooth untouched epidermic shores.
I see that ambrosiac petals on your sides makes me quiver in sight and shiver only to know it is forbidden that I myself wanting and needing upon the touch you gave me once upon 10 years ago.
5 years have I not bled my saliva upon your skin,
cool to have
hot to touch,
none to sense the favor of the lips you gave once upon a love ago.
Now eludes me and keeps me afloat in my mind only to sin on dreams that permeate my sleep.
About the Creator
Not everyone can be trusted
When my friend and I were 12 years old, we went on a 5-day school trip to Switzerland with our class. We were introduced to the trip leaders, a group of 5 people - 1 girl and 4 boys. They all seemed nice except for one of the boys, who I'll call Nathan. I had an uneasy feeling about Nathan from the start, though my friend dismissed my concerns, saying I tend to have trust issues.
By spooky session5 days ago in Poets
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