Sensing You
When your fingers skim my skin,
I quake knowing it’s you,
Every moment spent should be treasured,
You bubble over with appreciation,
Appreciation for me?
Since the second you opened door 108,
I knew inside me,
Mine.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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