The Wild Forest

Fingers in my mouth,
my hands up her thighs,
cold rain sending chills
all over our tangled bodies.
It was too cold
and the wild forest was
no place for us,
but it was right for
our magic.
So I kept touching her
and she broke me.

Copyright © 2018 by Nita Pan

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