Where your eyes wander and linger.
A pause, but only when you require.
The motion and intensity of your lips.
The hunger in your expression.
The pace and force of your hands and hips.
The reflection in the mirror I built,
does it please you?
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socks
it is my mistake
your daily use
i mistake for affection
you conceal my envelopment daily
as i warm your cold skin
i cling as you peel
discard me beneath your sheets
as you settle down
kick me away from your touch
dirty
used
thinned
holed
i wouldn’t surround myself in me either anymore
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