Touch

Point of contact made.
Spark to sparks.
Senses awaken tangible and not.

A single breath blown.
Umber shafts rise
Upon your canvas.

A gaze direct, focused
Into echoing blues
Dilating in answer.

A single word I utter.
Yours.
You smile and touch in return.

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      1. I learned what happens when you force things to bend you way. I ended up getting cheating on the entire 3-month “relationship” to a fuck boy I met off of Tinder lol. But something did come of it, I realized I liked biting and some forms of BDSM lol.

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