Dip me in latex
the new born I am
then wait for the skin to form
Before showering me in baby powder.
If nothing else remains remember this:
I was you first. Imperfection abound,
but even in my unwrapped state
soiled burlap and cracked acrylics.
I felt your rugged caress
apprehensive, yet void of hesitation
and in that touch I knew it would last.
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Poems
PoezieWelcome to my poem book, Come read poems, no certain theme, they don't tie togther in anyway. I did not make these!
