Friday, January 02, 2026

She softly moaned (a piece of #stoetry)

Under his hands 
she felt better 
than she had in hours 

after a dreamless night 
with too little sleep 
he touched her once more 
enjoying the smell of her skin 
and the numbness of his fingers
while she softly moaned

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