Touch me
feel me
caress me
put your fingers in my mouth
as they drop from my honeydew
rub my thigh
meanwhile whispering things
you've saved only to tell me
spoon me
trace your finger along the curves
the ugly and beautiful
leave kisses along my neck
do it softly
gentle
take it in
make me feel beautiful again
- tan skin
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
شِعرA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
