Monday, January 8, 2018

Feel Me Up

There you are,
Standing before me,
Glowing in the moonlight.
You take my hands,
Stained with the smell of weed and peanut butter.
Lift them to your face,
You kiss them.
I shiver.
You kiss me.
I melt.
Your hands reach around me.
Tender and soft and longing.
These hands,
Will not be forgotten.

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