Poetry #113: Hand Prints Into Your Ways

Reminiscing the primal smell of you

Droplets forming, pricking the doorways to the soul

Ways you used to see, look at and hold me

Your arms cupped my waist

Smiling, I remember your taste

Only YOU know what this picture means

Not all is as it seems

And that’s cool, our secret seams.

~DiosRaw 22/02/21 23:15PM

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