To feel his fingers upon my skin

I know it is a sin.

To feel his legs brush against mine

A guilty feeling tells me it’s a crime.

To have his kiss on my lips

and the movement of his hips.

One can only have fantasies

of such intimacy and ecstasy.

Image courtesy of Ava Sol.

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Issy Steventon

I'm a part time author, poet and artist (when university allows me to) and I love to express myself through creative means. I write to represent the women that feel alone, and to provide a positive environment to those who need it.

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