You peel my clothes off
You peel my layers.
Each thinner than the next.
Till you’ve exposed me.
My inner part. My flesh.
Raw, ripe and ready.
Blurry vision,
I’ve made you cry.
Be careful.
My scent will cling to you.
Your fingers.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
You peel my clothes off
You peel my layers.
Each thinner than the next.
Till you’ve exposed me.
My inner part. My flesh.
Raw, ripe and ready.
Blurry vision,
I’ve made you cry.
Be careful.
My scent will cling to you.
Your fingers.
