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Muslin or silk,
how does it feel
a touch of my
fingertips
on your lips?
Soil,
water,
and wind
harden my skin.
Dry, cracked,
and rough
sometimes it bleeds
leaving red marks
on everything.
So inviting and sweet
are your lips.
Your eyes wondering,
and mind daydreaming
creating illusions
of what you want me to be.
Silk not muslin
to touch your lips.
Hands soft as feathers,
nails polished and painted.
Lipstick, lace,
and transparent underwear -
A mannequin is what you want.
Voiceless and dumb
but just right to get you hard.
A thought as I’m watching you go —
a hand cream would be nice
so my hands wouldn’t feel so rough
to someone who knows
how it feels
when muslin turns into silk.