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Meat & Potatoes
bedded on a plate.
Almost touching.
When you aren't looking
they will sneak a taste.
So close, yet fear.
Separated by brumotactillophobia.
One distant filtration.
A coupling communion
in au jus.
The sexual tension between flesh & skins
is the beginning of a hearty union.
About the Creator
Robi
I publish poems accompanied by stories about people, places, & purposes. I’m 3 existential crisis, 2 parsecs, & 1 space battle away from a poem. Set phaser to iambic pentameter. https://linktr.ee/thisisnotrobi
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