Putty
I recreate a touch
a breath, a sound
my mind repeats the echo of your words
my skin responds to the memory of your hands
I bend like a willow to your imaginary will
as all that I am becomes anything you want
and no other ambitions survive.
a breath, a sound
my mind repeats the echo of your words
my skin responds to the memory of your hands
I bend like a willow to your imaginary will
as all that I am becomes anything you want
and no other ambitions survive.
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