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coarse and unrefined

the pores of my skin
are screaming
to taste you

it’s alien

because
i want to leave the drawer
of things built of
lace and holyfuck
closed,
peel off my fuzzy
cookie-monster pajama bottoms
and little white tank top,
slip under the
quiet covers,
and silently curl my body to
the outside of yours,
so that your strong back
is formed to my front

I want to crawl
into bed with you tonight

just
to
feel
you

breathe
Written by Betty
Published | Edited 7th Dec 2012
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