I definitely wrote these after much wine…nothing like waking up still smelling of the bonfire & finding poetry. 

 

Impermanence reigns, and yet
I long for his calloused hands against my skin
Rewinding time until the knotted muscles are fresh
Awakening the beast within me

 

Every time a man touches me I feel you
And I fear I will never be myself again, without the shadow of your selfish hands against my skin

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