Her name was
the brightness of her eyes, the scent of her warm skin,
the strength in her arms.
My cheek on her breast.
May 31, 2018
Published
Her name was
the brightness of her eyes, the scent of her warm skin,
the strength in her arms.
My cheek on her breast.
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