In the moonlit room
I lay in bed
Covered in silk
sheets, shorts
that is it-
Bare breasted
Hardening to a cool touch
And warm fingers
As a story begins
In my head.
My soft fingers
Rub away worries
and insecurities
As my flesh becomes
Wet and warm
Slowly I touch my insides
My flesh
a damaged heart.
Birth sign: Gemini
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