creativeshamen

Is anybody real, is anyone out there? What is love? I'm surrounded by people yet we never touch. Are they even real or is this all just a dream. I want to reach out and feel. Your skin is alive... touch tells me so, your lips dry as my moist lips brush against them. I can smell your nervousness at the thought of me knowing you're wet with anticipation. I'll never find out though because we've never touched. I stare into nothing... you brush past me hoping I'd notice you're not wearing any underwear, for me. I don't notice because I no longer care.