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what are we?
what am i to her?
dare not dream
dare not imagine
focus only on now
on touch
on worship
palm cups breast
weight perfect in hand
dusky nipple hardens against scarred palm
her back arches
pressing into touch
asking for more
without words
understand this language
this wordless communion
this silent conversation
other hand joins
metal claws carefully held away
using only backs of steel fingers
to slide robe from other shoulder
she shivers
not from cold
from want
both breasts bare now
perfect
beautiful
thumb brushes nipple
experiment
test
