my words

Words are wind and rain, whispers and tears

May 29

under the white flag, surrender

i watch you
slip out of that
pristine white
so innocent
even your pale skin
looks dark
with nothing below
nowhere to hide
curves and desire
your eyes hot
with dare
with hunger
your fingers
taking hold
of your own flesh
twisting tenderness
into flame


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