Hands touch and exploring,
fluttering as if butterfly wings
and oh so soft languid kisses,
tasting the skin of one another
and for now, that is just a memory —
a sweet but painful memory.
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Pin Straight
PoesíaLilly found a girl who she thought she could share her life with. A girl with long black hair and bright eyes but there was just one little problem. That girl didn't know she liked girls -- a girl who said she was as pin straight as her ebony tresse...
