Sunspots
My fingers tremble under the heat of you Shuddering at the scent of your touch lingering On my skin, in my hair like sunspots left on my vision Drifting to me from you long after you're gone
Four short lines capture what it feels like when another person's presence stays with you after they've gone. The speaker is overwhelmed by someone they clearly desire: their fingers tremble from the "heat" of this person, and they shudder at a touch that still seems to hang on their skin and in…
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