Skin-Starved Skin
He spoke of his nipple
poked into her mouth
and I remembered
hers, perfectly pointed.
I didn’t run away with
the girl with yellow nail polish
I didn’t even try
but I’ll meet you at a motel
any
motel.
You come only
in red and black
Like flannel shirts, ladybugs,
luck.
Alison Miller is a writer and sex educator. Alison’s poetry has been published in various literary magazines including Hobart Pulp, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Bareback Magazine. The owner of sex positive adult boutiques in Richmond, Virginia, she currently resides in San Diego.
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Love this poem