A month.

That's all it took.


To turn these once
delicate hands into
calloused, mangled,
limbs.

Overworked and exhausted.

But when you flew in to stay the night
these calloused, mangled, limbs couldn't help
but

want nothing more than to touch your
smooth,

scarred,

velvety

soft,

skin.

Like toffee, it is.
The color of mocha or lightly tanned leather.

They knew,
oh they knew...

That from every touch they took

They would slowly regain their delicateness again

That delicateness they so miss...