This should feel
Soothing to fevered flesh
This is gift
That requires no thank you’s
Instead
It does what it was not meant to
Spurs and ignites
The tenderness deceives
Taunt flesh
Should ease
Tightens in places
Oh god the places
It surrounds
In false security
Like a child held in warmth
Break away once and the chill
Reveals pebbled flesh
Dusted peaks scream
Need
Relief is not close
Still
The offer of tenderness
With the lap of soft foam
Should I continue
To enjoy the offer
Or leave making this
A torment that cannot
Be replicated
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