he combs me with a light touch
soft movement back and forth,
finally pulling with his fist
each hair alives the precise circuit
running electricity
running electricity
to my
make me beautiful
she trims me of that excess
pulls tender, tug away
rapidly clearing pale from pale
pulls tender, tug away
rapidly clearing pale from pale
each cuticle cut a small jolt through fingers
running hot shock
running hot shock
to my
make me beautiful
she rubs me with salt and oil and i melt and i pay
think of touch, your thumb
jamming in the sole of my foot your mouth
back where it belongs
make me beautiful
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