I crave committed skin
Pale, pink tones of a fragile heart.
Silky strands that tantalise.
A forest of words - thoughts,
forcing careful continuation
of forward movement.
Actions.
Soft, subtle reassurances
given under pressure,
refusing to provide more
until…
Making absolutely sure
when the two surfaces
eventually meet -
rub together…
no other skin will suit.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem