A hint of his sin

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I long for his touch
the sent of his skin
the brush of his lips
a hint of his sin.
I crave for that look he gave me once before
The sound of his voice makes me shake to my core.
I pray for the day when he holds me again
kisses me lightly & gives me goose bumps on my skin.
I don’t expect you to love me or to even care,
I just want you to know i will always be there!

This poem was written/submitted by pauline page.