Pristine

It set us free.
As if our souls had been yearning
to touch, to feel, to make numb
Again
Those that had been pristine for years now.
His touch. Just as how I would want his fingers to run down my back.
He did it with utmost care.
How beautifully he drew constellations on me with his tenderly yet virile hands.
He would name them each.
In these constellations he said that I would find the light in me that I’d been looking for.
He made me learn, uncover, expose, divulge myself.
His touch. A touch that I would want to wake up to for every dawn of my beinghood.