cold on crimson
her dress, blowing in
the Northern winds
If you fail to
touch me now
I just might crumble
and my pieces will
float away...
~~~
crimson heat
my hands slide up
under her dress
“I will touch
all of you tonight
keeping you whole,
a warmth uniting
every piece unsettled”
(Gif from internet unknown source)
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