A Poem by AUDREY23
December 02, 2011 at 05:32 pm
Poem, M (16+)
Sad | Relationships | Romance
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look at the way you touch me,
like your hands are experiencing me for the first time.
you feel me up,
and use my body as a canvas for your finger paints.
you are artist,
and i, am your art.
you strum me like a lyre,
and i hum a gentle hum.
we harmonize wildly.
if i ever loved the way that you do,
i would be an epic, trying to widdle away at my life's work
only to bring about my downfall.
for years you have touched me differently.
now you touch me like the world is ending.
like this is the last time you will ever get to explore me... because it is
sadly, you were merely warming up for her.
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