I've always felt
that my body
comprised of
angles jutting
out,
pointed shoulder blades,
cutting hips and
peaked collar bones;
a fitting exterior
for someone who would
otherwise be
too soft.
But when I feel
how I fit
under your
casually draped arm,
how your hands settle
on the base of my
spine,
your fingers tracing lines
down my thigh;
you melt me
back into
soft arching curves.
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