Poem. Toy. Katie Lewington.

I don’t want to play with myself
I want you to play with me
like your hands to crawl, begging, underneath my clothes
make my flesh break out in goosebumps as you touch me and undo my buttons
lift up my bra, let my breasts drop

put me in the mood without me realising it

K.L 2016  ©

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