A month.
That's all it took.
To turn these once
delicate hands into
calloused, mangled,
limbs.
Overworked and exhausted.
But when you flew in to stay the night
these calloused, mangled, limbs couldn't help
but
want nothing more than to touch your
smooth,
scarred,
velvety
soft,
skin.
Like toffee, it is.
The color of mocha or lightly tanned leather.
They knew,
oh they knew...
That from every touch they took
They would slowly regain their delicateness again
That delicateness they so miss...
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
A month.
That's all it took.
To turn these once
delicate hands into
calloused, mangled,
limbs.
Overworked and exhausted.
But when you flew in to stay the night
these calloused, mangled, limbs couldn't help
but
want nothing more than to touch your
smooth,
scarred,
velvety
soft,
skin.
Like toffee, it is.
The color of mocha or lightly tanned leather.
They knew,
oh they knew...
That from every touch they took
They would slowly regain their delicateness again
That delicateness they so miss...
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