Hold
like striking the perfect note from a stradivarius,like running ur fingers down the neck of a rarity.
like swimming down a violent river,
with the grace of the cod.
to cradle like glass through the winds,
like balance on an earthquake.
this woman's body,
every inch, every mile of skin is strummed...
-Sir Benjamin
posted by Ben Samin @ 5:01 PM
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