#herskin

“I used to think about that first night in your room, you showed me your tattoos and our skin touched for the first time. Finger tips grazing soft flesh. It felt like electricity running from each other’s bodies to the other. Heating our touch, exciting our senses, electrifying our drives. I wanted to touch you for longer. Craving to feel your skin for one more moment. But I pulled away. When the night was over and you were no longer mine, our paths discounted, I used to remember that moment. I’d brush my fingers along my skin at the same spot I had on yours, but it wasn’t the same.”