my soft fingertips
graze up against her
leather skin.her plump lips
brush up against my
scarred chin.slowly,
our body limbs
entangle
with the rope
of our
veins.slowly,
our fingers
interlock
with the key
of our
hearts.
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stigma [body limbs collection]
Poetryslowly, our fingers interlock with the key of our hearts. started: march 25, 2018 ended: march 25, 2018 ©OUTROSOFT