Some days I long to slip you on my skin.
Like I long for my softest sweat pants
To slide out from under my bed
And onto my cleanly shaven legs.
But you are not soft.
Only my memory of you is.
Some days I long to slip you on my skin.
Like I long for my softest sweat pants
To slide out from under my bed
And onto my cleanly shaven legs.
But you are not soft.
Only my memory of you is.