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Dec 2017
Do what you want.

I know your hands are rough and hungry.

Touch me. Taste me. Take me.

You don’t have to hold yourself back.

I may look like porcelain but—

I grew my skin thick. I made my bones steel.

Don’t be kind. Don’t be gentle.

This is wanting. This is lust.

This is nothing.
Written by
petalpoems  24/F/NY, NY
(24/F/NY, NY)   
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   Lior Gavra
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