Nightly, she mirrored his skin
with her hands pressed
to the places considered sin
when not properly dressed.
Connected dots with kisses
on his back, arms, lips;
the things she misses
are ghosts on **** ships.
Soft skin lotions her bones
soothing the stinging insults, raw
by his words in harsh tones,
like snapping the straps of her bra.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Nightly, she mirrored his skin
with her hands pressed
to the places considered sin
when not properly dressed.
Connected dots with kisses
on his back, arms, lips;
the things she misses
are ghosts on **** ships.
Soft skin lotions her bones
soothing the stinging insults, raw
by his words in harsh tones,
like snapping the straps of her bra.
