Touch Deprived

Kenya Stephens 1995 (Van Wert)



All I ever want is your arms around me.
They keep me so warm.
Especially on a cold frigid night.
Kiss me.
Take my bad thoughts and shove them in a dumpster.
Make me forget to breathe, just for a moment.
Hold my face into your hands.
Caress my cheek ever so softly.
Run your fingers up and down my spine.
Give me all the tingles that not even a thousand ASMR videos could.
Give me butterflies while holding my hand.
Trace your initials onto my shoulder blade.
Pull me in closer to you so that I can feel your heart beating.

About this poem

I want his touch. Sometimes so much that it hurts me.

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Written on February 28, 2022

Submitted by kenya_s on February 28, 2022

Modified by kenya_s on February 28, 2022

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Scheme ABCADEFAGHIJK
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 523
Words 114
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 13

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  • Symmetry58
    How I miss love and the experiences you allude to. For as much as I've denied filling my heart with love, so too an emptiness the lack thereof invokes that necessitates loneliness (at times) too overwhelming to consider but for flashes that could drive a man mad. For whomever it is who sets these feelings afoot in you, I pray you're able to experience them again one day. You are worthy of love. Never allow affliction to define the true nature of who you are. Another gorgeous piece of writing that cuts straight to the heart of what matters. 
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