Soft

poem by: Andrew Dietrich
Written on Jun 26, 2021 

Everything about her was soft.
I've never felt anything softer than my own hands
Until my hands soothed over her scars
I was addicted the first touch
I was addicted the first kiss
How did bliss come to this

 

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