Touch

Fleeting and gentle,

trailing across ebony skin,

leaving a trail of chocolate

on cold, deserted bones…

stroking up fantasies

revolving around the

promises gathered, contained

in that sugary touch.

A drop of concern

melted away into nothingness,

fired across dark velvet,

caressed into death

by that sweet, succulent

time-erasing 

touch.

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