My Skin Poem by Thomas Plotz

My Skin



My skin

Feels cold as gin

Without your skin, here,

To keep me warm, inside,

My Love,

My Love, hurry to my side

My Love, My skin,
With yours

T. Plotz
My Skin
1 JAN 2016

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