Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Pride Month 2021, Writing

Flashback – Grey Girl

There are glimpses of gold,

in the silver I sift through,

soft tresses,

caress me,

as they escape my curious fingers,

on their way to explore my essence,

you shape my shakes,

removing your glasses.

You kiss me,

and I am a river.

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