I won't kiss you
I won’t kiss you
I’ll just long for your touch
But won’t miss
There’s a place in me
That’s still waiting to feel what it’s like
When skin meets skin
It’s an ugly feeling
To wonder what it would be like to kiss
To feel the corner of your lips align with mine
A promise without words
A secret without shadows
The need settles in my gut
Something not *yet* mine—
Or maybe never was.
No I don’t miss your touch
But I do miss
The way you used to say my name
Like it belonged to you
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