I stepped into the shower
The fire, hot water pouring down my skin
running down my arms, dripping down my fingers
earasing the salty roads on my chin, where traffic was bad the hour before
Watching my naked body, I knew I was cleaned
But my eyes were closed
YOU ARE READING
Skin and bones
PoetryOur bodies pressed aggainst eachother Warmth climbing the two mountains Adrenaline electrifying our totch Tingel trevling in our fingers Lust sailing at the small lake between us You holding me, my skin and bones - this is a collection of texts tha...
