A Switchblade to My Heart

Regret cuts like a knife…

In the hush of early morn I slid
my hand inside your tee.
Faded cotton, crushed and creased
from the rigours of your sleep.

Felt your lower belly sing
beneath my trembling fingers,
Sensed the swell between your legs
as my hand fell there and lingered.



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Jupiter Grant

Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant