My skin is different than most people’s skin.
My skin is separate.
There is me and then there is my skin.
My skin holds me in and keeps out the bad.
But it also does things ordinary skin does not.
It feels all on its own.
With nothing but a fleeting thought in my head
My skin can feel something I’ve never felt.
With just a trailing thought
I can feel the soft warm feeling of a hand enclosing my hand.
I can feel arms around my shoulders and holding me tight.
I can feel something.
My skin is different.
It gives me what I want most.