My truth. My life.


He thinks I don’t notice it when he does it. The glance, small but present. The ignition he calls into me with a gentle motion of his touch.

The curve of his mouth as he speaks in my direction submerges me in a delicious numbing heat.

He will forever be the craving my body desires and the magic that engulfs my soul.

There are many untold secrets and forgotten truths that would, in one single motion, tear me apart if I were to whisper his name across my lips.

Yet, he alone is the thought that allows me to breathe.



I wrote this for 100 Word Challange


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4 thoughts on “Touch

  1. I have missed your writing. This was breathtaking.

  2. Spellbinding piece of work.

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