your thumb
stroked my cheek
like a child
you caressed me
i clasped your hips
your stomach
a pillow of flesh
and organs
and rest
my body felt best
when moulded
with yours
YOU ARE READING
dirty paws
PoetryA POEM A DAY the words of a woman who wove love through her pores trying to remove his dirty paws from her sores Inspired by the #MeToo movement, dirty paws displays the struggles of a woman as she attempts to overcome her experiences of assaul...
