Feels As Real As It Should Poem by Delilah Miller

A tap
a pinch, a poke,
a caress..
It's all the same and it has ceased to do very much.

Feels just like it should.

Maybe I'm out of touch
Out of range and
disadvantaged of having the best.
I'm here to taste that first apple; are you sweet or tart, smooth or rough?

Feels just like you said it would.

I want to get experience, Addiction's candy.
I'm coming unarmed, sugar or spice.
I love when you shut up and it's us and the sounds of Life
burning up and soaring to, it is reckless climax

We beg for that feeling, hoping we'd feel good if we could.