fingertips.

slodive

the quaint sensuality
of your pentagonal touch,
on the brows of my skin, is the
quintessence of everything good
in this world: amplifying all of my 
wants, betraying everything i need


In response to Need, a one line poetry prompt by the terrific Terijo

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