The Female Touch

A Poem

By Anonymous

Lying all alone

Not a whisper of a soul

My hands are creating


There is no one to see me

Naked. Hands shivering

In between my legs, quivering


I am wet in a foreign place

My insides and out do a dance

Until I unravel, come undone


My breathing and my silence

My hands no longer need a man

Suddenly, I am

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