Touch
Tentative,
timid touch
Reticently
tracing your skin
Sensing,
weighing imprints
The living
tapestry of your history
History of
past hopes
Of hands
held in warmth
Grown cold
Then
released
Antiquity
of expectations
This
would be the one
The one to
hold you and enfold you
Yet left you
unwrapped, un-held, alone.
Desires left over
Passion
withered on the stalk
Lust
shrivelled, untouched
Body heat
grown cold and damp
Leave
history in the past
Tattoo me
with your touch
Hold me,
join me, enthral me
Let passion
unfurl within me
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