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My sunflower angel Category: Poems
Current mood:
blissful
Im so touchstarved it f***ing aches
I need his fingers through my hair and his palm on my cheek
I need his playful kisses all over my face and neck and chest
I need his hugs and cuddles and him burying himself in my chest
I need his shy neediness, him needing more and more of my loving touch, never getting enough of it, because i was lucky enough to be the first one to show this beautiful, fragile, lonely boy what loving someone actually means. I want him taking my hand and pressing it against his neck, hiding himself in my body and taking in the the feel of skin against loving skin, i need him sinking into my warmth like its the last warmth he'll ever feel, because it was the first real warmth he felt. He's my boy and i want him to be safe within my arms, within my being. I want him safe and happy and to know that he is loved even when he cannot love me, even when he's tearing himself apart, even when he's crying so hard he chokes or when he's so mad, he can't think straight. I love him, despite all of that. I love him, because i want to see him become better. I love him. I need him.
I need our lovesick skin to press together so he can feel that love again.
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