Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt dirty.
Covered in dust all over,
Dirt caked on every inch of skin.
Away from sensitive eyes,
All to see you better — to inhale.
Soap washes away dirt,
But in this heat, hot breeze,
All matter dust sticks,
One never feels clean enough.
Today, I can breathe, you’re gone.
It’s a funny twist,
Your presence makes me feel dirty.
Think skin abrading,
Thoughts, warm my soul, other spots–
Bodies in heat, sweaty, raw.
Toiling in the sun,
Fair skin has no chance, burns.
You’re looking out,
Eyes meet and sensation, wins.
Your walking here, I can’t breathe.
You tip my chin up,
Looking into eyes feasting,
Pale meets dark, dirty.
Nights and days never the same,
Washing away dirt, you stay.
Blessed water heals scorch.
But your skin burns mine deeper.
Your eyes look, don’t stop,
Your forever watching me,
Easy smile knows how to replete.
To hot for words, said.
You’ve ruined me for other men.
I’m exalting at sin.
Beads of sweat, on my cheek soft.
Bite my lip, sweat and blood lost.
All this dirty skin,
Such a pain to clean again,
Your ‘dirty‘ overwhelms.
Sin I can’t seem to forbid.
When our bodies entangle.
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