Poetry

Standing In My Own Skin (c) 2011 Mistybluze

Washes over me
Tingles when I touch
En robes me, covers me
Weak for pleasure
Poised for pain
Pricked by heat for his disdain
I did not chose it
Yet, it is all over me
Standing, in my own skin

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