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I want to bury
my face in
your warm, soft
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you swell
for me and
I devour.

~Greta Stone

Behind-The-Scenes

While daydreaming, soft, warm skin that never sees the sun came to me. I started writing it into a poem, then went to check for any prompts to add to it. With the first touch fit well.

the soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
[something]
with the
first touch

Going back, it was easy to add an opening, converting the to your.

I want to bury
my face in
your soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
[something]
with the
first touch

When thinking of the something, I decided to switch it up.

I want to bury
my face in
your soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you…

What would he do? Respond. But that’s too generic. Get hard but that’s too obvious. Also, I like ambiguity and I want the poem to work for all genders.

I want to bury
my face in
your soft, warm
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you swell
for me and
I …

Eat? haha Inhale? Devour. Yes, that. Also, I keep wanting to read warm, soft instead of soft, warm so I switch it.

I want to bury
my face in
your warm, soft
skin that never
sees the sun.
With the
first touch,
you swell
for me and
I devour.