Your touch

His touch doesn’t leave me burning like yours

By his I mean any guy in general

Your touch leaves little flames burning inside of me

Burning, burning then dead and gone


Such innocent touches that leave me wanting more

Wanting more than I should

Wanting not little flames but a huge fire inside of me

Thats what your touch does to me


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