Torch my skin with your fingertips. Devour my
soul with your tongue. Rewrite my universe
so there’s nothing left but the toe curling
sensation and fireworks exploding behind
closed eyes. Then do it all over again.

© Sarah Doughty

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The light casts segments of shadow
Projecting the woman she was
Not perfect by any means; but
Perfect to me
The shards of different projections
Are her versatility of adaptation 
Which I need to keep me ground and be real
As I too am not perfect by any means
I can't elude in being even faking that these days
Though looking at her shards of Beauty
I will be ok
I am here big boy
Strip my insecurities 
Inject me with love
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