Roughened fingers
Trace the outline of
My eyes
My nose
My mouth
Ever so gently
Reeking of oil
Tasting of metal
I like tough men
I like big, dirty
Hairy men
The kind that could
Hurt me
But never would
The kind that could
Force me
But never would
Instead they revel
In my softness
Search out
All my tender spots
And bind me to them
With memories of
Leather
and
oil
and
hair
and
metal
and
dirt
and
kisses
Birth sign: Libra
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