Poetry

sensitive

supple, sensitive skin, a senseless body
trapped in a prison that feels everything.
sensations lap lovingly on my sweat-slick skin,
sensible decisions have been lost dismissed, disregarded
as I pursue all aspects of satisfaction.
senses rob me , drown me, fill me with pleasure
tinged with pain until I am finally desensitized.

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