perpetually i dreamt
of caressing your
smooth ebbs flowing
into the crevices of
your insecurities
tucked gently under
bras etched with
numbers and calories
mathematical formulas
without variables for
our own bodies substituted
by society subtracted as
pity for the stomach rolls
and stretch marks embracing
my neglected beauty
aching to rub my tips
upon your serene eyelids
inscribed with detest
washing away the fears
of not quintessentially
exotic or glossy
- you were all i would ever need.
im back with sporadic updates yeet ;D
YOU ARE READING
acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
