By Day Sibley
His hands
Finally
make their way underneath my skirt.
Planting kisses on my neck, me
pressed against the wall. My legs
crossed behind his back, our bodies
fusing with heat, eager for him to enter
me and make me …
His Hands
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Check out my poem that recently got published, thank you again Drabble!
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Awesome poem. Very raw.
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