The Feel


The feel
His fingers
That peel
The Layers
My skin
Core deep
He finds
I’m weak
Exposed
I’m raw
Our eyes
They lock
No words
No talk
His lips
They part
My mouth
It meets
His lips
and kiss
Fast beats
My heart
This lust
Is art

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