Your touch

Like,
I don't
mean your
finger tips,
your lucious
lips that fire
my gluttonous
urge to say
absurd words,
I mean your
touch, the way
you drive emotions,
how you give me
butterflies, your
devotion, I've
said this before,
I know it seems
redundant, but
I have an
abundance
of redunance
because my
life has been
redundant, well
not my whole
life, just
this chapter,
love has
left a nasty
odor, very
pungent,
the idea
of love
runs free
but the meaning
of it is locked
in a dungeon,
so today we're
left with a
shell, we
kiss Tiffany's
but sleep with
Michelle, I mean
we mean well,
but we
just...we uh,
we dont...

I lost
my point,
something
I do often,
but your
touch,
got me
jealous
of a phone
screen...