Soft curves, shadow lingers,
just below the broad expanse,
of masculine shoulders.
smooth planes of skin,
barely bared below
soft fabric.
peeking out from under
worn edges and faded colors,
the scent of something rich and warm,
like forest floors or sandy coves.
lips press, breath exhales,
begin to quiver, and draw away.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Soft curves, shadow lingers,
just below the broad expanse,
of masculine shoulders.
smooth planes of skin,
barely bared below
soft fabric.
peeking out from under
worn edges and faded colors,
the scent of something rich and warm,
like forest floors or sandy coves.
lips press, breath exhales,
begin to quiver, and draw away.
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