Submissions by ursaminor

i finger my sleeve edge
looking anyplace but that which you occupy

remebering the feeling of
        Yourfingers
pressing into the soft underflesh of my thighs
and how i surrendered my skin to        Yourmouth
passive aggressive tongue sliding against goose-flesh (grateful for
                                                                                                    anytouch)
the bruises You left, their sting lingering like
that feeling that only JohnandJenny in that dime novel i read could understand
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