Soft | february

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Fingers tracing your tender skin,
the touch tickles inside out.
There’s no shame in being soft.
Lips brushing shyly in yours,
a little peck can cause no damage.
There’s no harm in being soft.
When the time arrives,
You’ll say the words that wound me,
and love me to bruises.
Until then,
Will you be unforgivingly soft
in my arms?

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