your hands on me
feels like a footprint
on the shore
that the waves
could never reach.
it's been months
and yet your touch
grows on me
like I am
tattooed with it.
I want to be clean.
I wish to be pure again
before you touched me
without my consent.
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Wanderlost
Poetrywan·der·lust /ˈwändərˌləst/ noun a strong desire to travel. "A person consumed by wanderlust is a lost soul seeking for a permanent sanctuary." disclaimer: i do not own any of the art here. all credits go to the rightful artists ♡
