Inner Thigh. Poem by Terry Collett
Inner Thigh.
Why doesn't he touch
my inner thigh?
She watches him
unfolding her some tale,
some family history
that leaves her cold.
His hands fold
against his knees
and he relates,
his eyes not on her
but above her head,
gazing at some yesteryear,
and all she wants
is that human touch,
that skin on skin,
lips to lips,
hand to hand.
She lets out a sigh.
Why won't he touch
my inner thigh?
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