Co
Co.
Breath intertwined, mine his.
Gulps visceral
Hold it, hold it, hold it. Please.
Hair tickles chin, coarser now.
Hand hooked. Grip for protection. Mine, his? Discomfort hits after a time of cocoon - untangle a limb, like once before.
The prising of sweat-dampened skin. Skin
that had been forced together. Forced apart.
Copyright © Jodie Smith | Year Posted 2020
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