Calloused Fingers
A spoken word poem about a boy i used to date.
I laid there letting his hands Trace my body like I was his canvas and his fingers the paintbrush.My heart raced, like the beginning of a drum solo.He whispered sweet nothings in my ear and for once I felt at peace...
Usually, I would have a thousand things- running through my head,where I was.who was around me.what I wore.If anyone was staring at me.but at that moment...
All I could think about...Was those calloused fingers.and how I felt Every single invisible patternYou drew on my body.
Your fingers would erupt a burning path Were ever you touched My soft delicate skin...Leaving a forest of goosebumps and open mouth kisses in its wake.
About the Creator
Malai Sporner
Hi, my names Timberly but I go by malai. I like to call my self an amateur photographer and writer. I've written stories and poems majority of my life, and I've come to love every one of my pieces, and I hope you do as well.
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