Velvet would even be too rough
Satin and silk from ankles to cuffs,
I don’t bluff!
Shea butters, whipped creams, oils, scrubs
The skin I’m in is soft to the touch.
Regimens and routines, expressions of self love
Body care, like therapy, keeps my spirits up
Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall, there’s no scruff.
Warm, glowing, buttery, in any month
The skin I’m in is soft to the touch!
No shame on you if your heels are tough
I won’t judge if your knees are scuffed,
Or if your palms are callous and rough,
We all prioritize different stuff.
As for me?
My sheen rivals gold dust.
Come, call my bluff
Graze my legs, give my shoulder brush,
Don’t try and squeeze, that’s just too much.
Don’t look too long, might make you blush
Like ancient queens of empires and such,
The skin I’m in is soft to the touch.
About the Creator
Jessica S Flayser
Jessica Flayser was born in Manhattan, New York City. After receiving her Bachelor's in English from Brooklyn College, Jessica published her first work of literature "Beach, City, Villages". The romantic dramedy is available everywhere.
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