TrasaricComnenus

The touch of your skin was something I could never forget. How it could be so smooth and so cold. Sometimes I wanted to warm it up, warm you up, but I knew I couldn't. At first I wanted all of you. Your entire body. Your entire being. But I soon learned that I had to settle. So I tried so hard to touch you as much as I could. And it was enough for me. The long hugs that we shared, even if you never returned them. That was the best kind of touch. I was so close to you, that I could smell the ash that was always on you. And the smoothness of your perfect skin. I could feel it. The other times I had to settle for quick touches. A simple bush