Your skin

A rule for myself. Works in this book are to be written after 12am, only.
You know, tiredness gets the creative juices running :3

I want to feel your skin again
Your hand upon my back,
Soothing all aches and pains

Your presence,
A silent lullaby
That I might have one night of pure rest

Your blood,
I can feel it
Furiously, effortlessly, pushing me onward

Your fingers
Lighter than I could ever speak

Your voice and words
Are silent, yet I can always hear you

So soft

The End

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