27/4/2018 0 Comments ScentMonologue The vaseline you sealed your hands with, locked the stench of what you last touched. Lavender soap left its traces, but its camouflage is like a leaf blocking the sun. You pinch my butt before you drop your keys; stroke my cheeks while giving me a kiss bedewed from another. My heart freed by your tenderness. My soul returned from denail. Courage on display, I chimed
"You forgot to wash off your face honey."
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