Why won't you touch me.
Please.
coiffed paragon
from across the jeep
Introspection prehends
Imagining my hand as the shift
Your palm ensconcing my own
Dactyls distributed
Fitting between winged-knuckle
Wind-diffused curls
Beckon solemn contact
Grazing my temple with instinctive tendril tuck
Saccharine lips
Memory of their meeting mine
Gone
Your visage bores into my periphery
Vicinity defies expectation
I hold my own hand, and let my hair yell.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Why won't you touch me.
Please.
coiffed paragon
from across the jeep
Introspection prehends
Imagining my hand as the shift
Your palm ensconcing my own
Dactyls distributed
Fitting between winged-knuckle
Wind-diffused curls
Beckon solemn contact
Grazing my temple with instinctive tendril tuck
Saccharine lips
Memory of their meeting mine
Gone
Your visage bores into my periphery
Vicinity defies expectation
I hold my own hand, and let my hair yell.
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