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Jun 18
curious hands
travel my ticklish ribs
squeezing my skin into clay
smoothing my insecurities
stretching my limbs
and as if alone in a meadow
breeze kisses my red cheeks
and daisies hug my short legs
rugged hands trace my chin
such a touch
sends me flying
swimming in the air
floating in lust
breathing in wildflowers pollen
im left lightheaded
lingering lips to forehead
i awake
to a fervor gaze
and fluffed blankets
" goodmorning "
i have a passion for poetry as i do for writing, but i have a hard time creating it myself. some criticism might be nice.
Gwendolyn Mitchell
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Gwendolyn Mitchell  18/F/washington
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