Longing

Touch me. Reach thru the air
and feel where my skin is missing,
touch me where I repel you. When
you want to recoil, stroke me. Slide
finger tips over whats underneath.

I promise I won’t cringe
or pull away, even though it will
hurt, I promise to be still.

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2 responses to “Longing

  1. sensual but also tender. Lovely.

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