Her skin was soft,
As soft as a rose petal.
His touch was as cold as ice,
But addicting.
She was frozen underneath his touch.
His fingertips traced her skin,
Sorta like little paths mapped across her.
Like trails of beauty,
All over her skin.
He loved everything about her.
She loved everything about him.
They could never get enough,
And that's what made them everlasting
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Short Poetry
PoetryThese are just short little poems that I just randomly come up with. Some of them may be triggering so read if you want to. Its just a little something for me to do to free my mind. I hope you enjoy =^w^= (BTW I own all rights to these poem, and wou...
