The Feeling
of strong arms
safe embrace of Old Spice.
When did it stop?
Childhood I was safe.
What happened
that caused this?
Starving for touch
never to be given.
Stuck in
cold winter air.
Looking over shoulder
into shadows.
Touch craved
never given.
Taken.
It's always taken.
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Hi Y'all,
Here's another poem!
~ B. Whetstone
