I have to shut my eyes
When I make love to you
Sometimes,
You are so infantile
That I recoil from your touch
You are soft and hairless
Fair and smooth
When you whimper in my arms
I cringe
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
I have to shut my eyes
When I make love to you
Sometimes,
You are so infantile
That I recoil from your touch
You are soft and hairless
Fair and smooth
When you whimper in my arms
I cringe
poems from my twenties
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