Her

I couldn’t help but stare

at the bare skin

of her stomach.

My lips earned

to brush across

it’s smooth surface,

skating like ice

and leaving a chill

in my wake.

Those icy blues pierced me

like the snowy wonderland they were

but if they looked so cold

then why am I the one who’s frozen on the inside?

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