Dark Denim - Poem by Erica Francis
She wears a pair of tattered jeans
with a hole just on the inner thigh
showing an entryway through dark denim
to the soft, white skin underneath.
when you slide your fingers
under the loose threads
and feel the smooth, soft heat
on your fingertips,
you'll know she's only yours.
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