you know her clandestinely -
your hands seize her cracks and crinkles
as if she was yours to form, yours to grip
you dust her with your powdered purity;
it is the same ivory colour you wear across your back.
your hands caress her the way she desires
she flows
she inhales
she rises
and she's yours to keep warm.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
you know her clandestinely -
your hands seize her cracks and crinkles
as if she was yours to form, yours to grip
you dust her with your powdered purity;
it is the same ivory colour you wear across your back.
your hands caress her the way she desires
she flows
she inhales
she rises
and she's yours to keep warm.
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